What is it to be a woman in this world
Did you ever stop to consider?
What it is to be a man in this world?
Are we required to deliver?
As you race through the world,
are you aware
that you owe your life to Precious Air?
Oh precious air,
Unseen but always there
Precious air, it's the rhythm in the life we breathe
I see the sun come down in an Aussie town
I hear the crickets in the trees and the dingo's sound
I see the burnt red sky
etching shadows of the trees.
The mysteries I'm witnessing,
fly through my mind on silken wings
that ride the rhythms of each breath
and leave me in the soft caress of
Precious air,
Unseen but always there
Precious air, it's the rhythm in the life we breathe
Oh precious air,
Unseen but always there
Precious air, it's the rhythm in the life we breathe
