Lyrics:

Be it sight, sound, smell, or touch
There's something inside, that we need so much
The sight of a touch, or the scent of a sound
Or the strength of an oak, with roots deep in the ground
The wonder of flowers, to be covered, and then to burst up
Through tarmac, to the sun again, or to fly to the sun
Without burning a wing; to lie in a meadow
And hear the grass sing; to have all these things
In our memory's hoard, and to use them
To help us, to find...