Lyric

The things that we can do are small

But small is a size which fits us all

Sunday morning, down by the riverbank —

A wetland which the migratory birds love

Rain gear, bug spray, sunscreen in a line

And a checklist that our teacher provided from above

The trash we sort is trash that someone dropped

The form of life here is biological, diverse, and slow

A bottle which the river caught, we caught — it stopped

The work that no one sees is the work that makes things grow

Something we can do — the thing that you can do —

Is smaller than a word, and larger than it seems

Words are power. Words are light

The hand that you lend today is the hand which holds the streams

Afternoon: a nursing home that smells of tea

One-on-one, we sit with hands we've never held

The guidance that they give us is the century they carry —

The difficulty which they crossed, the stories they spelled

Via the bus, via the bridge, via an open door

The transportation of kindness needs no fee

The management of love is problem-solving, nothing more:

Ensure the cup is warm. Provide the time. Be available. Be free

Something we can do — the thing that you can do —

Is smaller than a word, and larger than it seems

Words are power. Words are light

The world that we will hand on is the world which we redeem

The things we did were small

The Sunday that we spent — we'd spend it all again