Snowflakes falling on an old plantation buzzards circling above a landfill old friends fall into a conversation doldiers in the sand are standing still Mermaid walks into a fleet of fishermen chattering children lift their ears to the sky skeptics stare in fascination I have seen so much beauty it could make you cry Fire on the hillside raging I hear my lover calling tears are falling tears are falling Widows walk with bouquets of roses cardinals flaunt their feathers as they fly women flop with flames under their noses I have seen so much beauty it could make you cry Why, why, why, why Why, why, why, why why? Fire on the hillside raging I hear my lover calling calling tears are falling tears are falling Damsels dressed in all the stylish fashions trees in the city all strung with lights broken hearts meet with uncontrollable pa**ion I have seen so much beauty it could make you cry And the Hare Krishna clattering chorus in the courtyard Dervishes dancing in a park nearby love professed to the point on a postcard I have seen so much beauty it could make you cry I have seen so much beauty it could make you cry I have seen so much beauty it could make you cry