Lyrics by Bernd Harmsen I listen to the bick'ring brook and look out for a trout I let my gaze wander to watch the birches sprout a ladybird has gone astray and landed on my knee a squirrel rushes up the tree to eye me warily like this was the last day I feel the pulse of life like this was the last day the vibrant pulse of life I watch the spider spin her web to catch the straying fly while birds of prey are circling high up in the sky I listen to the nightingale sing her evening song and look after the firefly that comes flying along like this was the last day I feel the pulse of life like this was the last day the vibrant pulse of life I listen to the nightingale sing her evening song and look after the firefly that comes flying along like this was my last chance I feel the pulse of life like this was my last chance the vibrant pulse of life like this was the last day I feel the pulse of life like this was the last day the vibrant pulse of life
