We are children of Rarn We've trodden the vales of the sun The child will cry On swans they fly We are the children of Rarn And we are the seekers of space We've seen our master's face It's young and gold And silvery old We are the seekers of space OM.
We are children of Rarn We've trodden the vales of the sun The child will cry On swans they fly We are the children of Rarn And we are the seekers of space We've seen our master's face It's young and gold And silvery old We are the seekers of space OM.
