As in the tribal ritual passed down from ancient days
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Take all your newborn children out beyond the city blaze
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And raise your children overhead to sable skies above
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Present them to the universe, and say to them with love:
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Chorus: Behold, my child, the only thing that's greater than you are
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The sable field of distant space, afire with every star
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Behold it in humility, but never lose your way
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You'll walk upon that sable field of distant stars one day
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There is no greater goal for them than swimming seas of space
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I hope that, for the future's sake, they grow in truth and grace
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Remembering the lessons learned on this poor misused earth
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To be the stewards to the stars and the planet of their birth
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Words and music: Kathy Mar
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Copyright 1982 Kathy Mar
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Behold
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| Kathy Mar |
