I saw God by the rivernPanning for goldnI saw God by the rivernWeary and oldnnHe said; ‘Son,nI used to know where I put things,nI used to know’nnI saw God in the forestnTeaching Tai Chi to the treesnIn the windnAnd bowing to the seasnnHe said; ‘Son,nI used to know where I put things,nI used to know’nnI saw God on the mountainnTearing at the skynI saw God on the mountainnWith tears in his eyesnnHe said; ‘Son,nI used to know where I put things,nI used to knownI could have shown you all the beauty in the worldnbut now I need you to show menYes, show me’n