Do they wonder where we are,
The pigeon on its perch,
The ant upon the path.
Do they wonder where we are?
Now while we are gone
We won’t disturb the song
Of the thrush upon the branch
Or the passing butterflies.
And when we are all gone
Will they miss us on the land?
How tall will grow the grass?
How wide will spread the hedge?

Will peace arrive at last
Just as the old tales said?