Feel the warmth in the air. Hear the hush across the land.
A breeze ruffles the fields laid by the hand of man.
Feel the peace. Let it be.

Smell the fresh-mown fields in the dusky heat.
Lightning in the distance crackles over wheat.
Feel the peace. Let it be.

San Joaquin Valley dream.

See the children swim in the aqueduct
Far below the shattered tree, where the lightning struck.
Feel the peace. Let it be.

Wings across the sun. Shadows skip the ground.
A gopher's lifted to the sky without a sound.
Feel the peace. Let it be.

San Joaquin Valley dream.

Everything will depend upon
Where you are, come the dawn.

Copyright 2007 NADJA MUSIC Reinaldo García
 May 18-19, 2006 Monterey, CA