This world of ours is growing small
With but moments connecting all
To make the gaps a fading thought
A thousand miles across a call.
Despite this magic that man’s got
Our hearts to hear are quickly brought
To gather now and speak we start
With face by face, so dearly sought.
Upon this trail we try our part
To keep alive this dying art;
But hunt we not for grander things,
Just dwell in friendship’s quiet heart.
And all about us nature rings,
The fish on fins and birds on wings
To us, the gathered queens and kings.
For us, the gathered queens and kings.