all his children

when you're standing alone, with the mountains and the sea, where the arms of the world are opened wide, where the truth is as plain as the falling rain, and as sure as the time and the tide, you know we're all his children, his next of kin that's the way it's began, no matter where you're going or where you've been, you are part of the family of men, when you walk down the road and the sun is on your side, with the sweet river breeze for your face, though you don't hear a sound as you look around, everything sort of fall into place, you know we're all his children, his next of kin that's the way it's began, no matter where you're going or where you've been, you are part of the family of men