There are miracles
In the strangest of places
There are miracles
Everywhere you go

I see fathers
Holding a little child's hand
I see mothers
Holding a little child's hand

I see trees, trees
Blowing in the wind
I see seeds
Being sown by the wind

It's a cosmic concerto
And it stirs my soul

I see grandma's
Blowing kisses into a pram
I see grandpa's
Scratching their head in amazement

It's a cosmic concerto
And it stirs my soul
It's a cosmic concerto
And it stirs my soul

Like my old dad said
Life is people, life is people
In the space of a human face
There's infinite variation

It's a cosmic concerto
And it stirs my soul
It's a cosmic concerto
And it stirs my soul

Like my old dad said
Life is people, life is people
In the space of a human face
There's infinite variation

Life is people, life is people
Life is people, life is people...
Life is people