All that is shall be in the world
   What is shall be in the world
   All that is shall be in the world
   What is shall be in the world
   How can it be not what it is
   When being is in itself
   That which it is destined to be
   Because it is what it is
   All that is shall be in the world
   What is shall be
  
   What is it that you know you know?
   There isn't any place to go
   The music is a mountain made
   All through the years
   The song is played
   The song is played
  
   Wind raging you remain at the mast
   Still slaving to be free at last
   The movement knows
   No love betrayed
   The final tears
   As the song is played
   As the song is played
  
   All that is shall be in the world
   What is shall . . . . . . . . . BE!