Words and music by Buddy Comfort

©1972 Laughing Tree Music - ASCAP

If I were a Bird

I’d fly in your window, sit on your shoulder

And sing a kind word.

If I were a song I’d whisper your name love

On lute strings of golden

And flute melody.

If I were a cloud I’d lift up your eyes to

A sky all of rainbows

And sunlight that sings.

If I were a tree I’d grow in your garden

Gather you mushrooms

And always be spring.

If I were the time I’d sprinkle soft shadows

Across life’s deep canyons

And lift up your mind.

If I were not me

My spirit could dwell in a dove or a dolphin

And truly know thee.

© 1985 Laughing Tree Music - ASCAP

When clear rivers all run freely

When the air is clean

When old forests clothe the earth in green.

When the birdsong wakes each morning

Every heart that’s near

When all humans hold the earth as dear.

I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’ home.

When the angels sing in choirs

With the voice of man

When our children manifest God’s plan.

When our children’s hearts are lightened

From their burdens now endured

When the healing form is secured.

I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’ home.

When all nations come together

Without or poverty

When the human soul can be free.

When at last all is forgiven

In each human heart

When pursuit of peace becomes an art.

I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’ home.

When compassion sails the ethers

On the wings of grace.

And great blessings shine from every face.

When love’s fire fills the hearthstones

Of all families

When sweet music whispers on the breeze.

I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’ home.

©1975 Laughing Tree Music - ASCAP

Machine made monsters ramblin’ around

Belchin’ smoke and fire.

All the children gone underground

To flee the funeral pyre

The greed, the need, the desire.

(The greed, the fear and the anger)

We’ll all go together on the road toward the Sun.

We’ll all grow together in the love within each one.

First people on American soil

Lived in harmony,

On the land they would not spoil

Nature’s mystery

As bothers, sisters, as free.

We’ll all go together on the road toward the Sun.

We’ll all grow together in the love within each one.

From Findhorn to the Cosmic Bay

The web of ether flows

Light pours through old cracking ways

As awareness grows

Finds, reminds those who know.

And we’ll all go together on the road toward the Sun.

We’ll all grow together in the love within each one.

We are here
We are here
Keepers of the Garden
We are here.

We are here
We are here
Keepers of the Garden
We are here.