Cosmic Concerto (Life Is People)

There are miracles In the strangest of places There are miracles Everywhere you go I see fathers Hold 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 grandmas Blowing kisses into a pram I see grandpas 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, life is people Life is people