Distant hands in foreign lands
Are turning hidden wheels
Causing things to come about
Which no one seems to feel

All invisible from where we stand
The connections come to pass
And though too strange to comprehend
They affect us nonetheless, yes

Once again a time of change
Oh the change makes music
And the children will dance

See the pieces of the picture
Rearrange themselves
It feels just like a symphony to me
With nothing left to chance

Just look over your shoulder
It's out of your hands, it's over for now
Leave behind what you can
You can always return

The rhythm remains unbroken, unspoken
But loud and clear
It's a slow vibration, migration
Oh Mystery muse, how I hunger for an answer
Unsung song, how I long to play the changes
Hidden rhythm, haven't I always been your dancer?
Sacred secrets of the meaning to my dreaming
Migration
Migration