We came to the Valley of the Mists, Where the forest touches sky, Morning opened like a mirror, And a tucano crossed our eyes. One bird flying through the blue, Another underneath— Sky above and sky below, And water in between. [Chorus] Oh, Valley of the Mists, What are you showing us? The trees look down, The heavens rise, And the world looks back Through another pair of eyes. [Build — Brazilian percussion enters] We came as friends, We came to talk, We gathered, wandered, laughed and thought. Cybernetics in the forest— Not a diagram or plan, But relationship and difference, Water, bird and land. [Final chorus — voices join] One bird! Two skies! One forest! Two lives! Observer and observed Meet upon the water— And for one bright morning In the Valley of the Mists, WE FOUND OURSELVES INSIDE THE N. [Quiet ending] The tucano flies on… The water remembers.
