Do you kmow how beautyful
Do you kmow how beautyful
Children do you know
How beautyful you really are?

Do you kmow how beautyful
Do you kmow how beautyful
If you only knew how beautyful
You really are
You really are beautiful

Have you heard the legend of
The queen in sorrows robes?
She found she was a statue
In an ancient sacred grove

And she could not find a meaning
Of the fires at her feet!
All the precious sacrifices
Burnig sad an sweet
So she cried, and she cried
And she cried
She cried, "children...

Do you know how beautiful..."
Cities rose around her, rose to fall again
But mostly she's invisible, through every now and then
You can hear her cry, hear her cry
Hear her cry, "children...

Do you know how beautiful..."