Hear the water whistle in the creek

It was made out of my jealousy

And the tension made an overflow

Caused the creek to spill into the cove

So hear my worries, make it yours

Make all my trouble beautiful

So hear my worries, make it yours

Make all my trouble beautiful

See the plant is growing in the stream

It was made out of a broken dream

And the petals floating in the air

Every little flower from a tear

So hear my worries, make it yours

Make all my trouble beautiful

So hear my worries, make it yours

Make all my trouble beautiful

Feel the sand under your naked foot

At the time I felt misunderstood

Every prayer is a single grain

In a desert made out of my pain

So hear my worries, make it yours

Make all my trouble beautiful

So hear my trouble, make it yours

Make all my trouble beautiful