ALL HIS CHILDREN 

WRITERS HENRY MANCINI, ALLAN AND MARILYN BERGMAN



When you're standing alone 

With the mountains and the sea 

Where the arms of the world are opened wide 

Where the truth is as plain as the falling rain 

And as sure as the time and the tide 

Chorus: 

You know we're all his children 

His next of kin that's the way it's began 

No matter where you're going or where you've been 

You are part of the family of men 



When you walk down the road and the sun is on your side 

With the sweet river breeze for your face 

Though you don't hear a sound as you look around 

Everything sort of fall into place 



Repeat Chorus