All His Children
Alan Bergman / Henry Mancini
When you're standing alone with the mountains and the sea
Where the arms of the world are opened wide
Where the truth is as plain as the falling rain and as sure as the time and the tide
You know we're all his children his next of kin that's the way it's began
No matter where you're going or where you've been you're part of the family of men
When you walk down the road and the sun is on your side
With the sweet river breeze for your face
Though you don't hear a sound as you look around everything sort of fall into place
You know we're all his children...
You know we're all his children...