At the edge of the world stands a mountain
At the top lies a rock
From this rock, flows a stream
At the other edge of the world stands the heart of the world
Yearning for the spring

The space between the spring and the heart is impossibly wide
impossibly far
how can love survive?

If the heart moves toward mountain, she will no longer see the summit
No longer see her beloved spring and she will die
Instead, she gives the spring the only gift she has to give
Once sacred prescious day of time

The space between the spring and the heart is impossibly wide
impossibly far
Will their love survive?

All days do end, even holy days like this
When dusk comes the lovers know it's time
The spring is dripping away
and the heart is nearly broken
And the world is slowing to its final resting place

The space between the spring and the heart is impossibly wide
impossibly far
has loved died?

Then a compassionate soul
who's gathered stories of kindness
sees the great love
sees things slowing to stillness
whispers all the kindnesses into the wind
giving the heart and the spring
One more day

The spring bursts with water and song, oh!
and spreads this love on the heart
This healing water flows through the heart of the world
spreads across the body of the earth

The essence of time is kindness
The essence of love is kindness
The essence of the whole world is kindness