I see the little birds; they're the little words that talk to me
I see the little flowers; they're the whispers quiet that speak to me
It's Your world and I am just a passenger
riding on this carnival carousel, spinning round and round,
until the curtain fall
I see the rivers deep running to ocean seas
that lead me back to You
I see the stars that shine up on the canvas night
they appoint the way to You
It's Your world and I am just a passenger
riding on this carnival carousel, spinning round and round,
until the curtain fall
From the birds to the flowers
from the rivers to the stars
It's Your world...
