[Verse 1]
My heart is a hillside
Where the warm breezes blow
And the grasses make shapes like pretty clouds
Chasing across the meadow
And you're nearly at the top now
Only one more ridge to go
My heart is a hillside
Where the breezes blow
[Verse 2]
My hands are a river
Where the deep waters run
Where the silvery persuasion
Glittering under the sun
And I wash you 'til the buttons and the lacеs come undone
'Cause my hands arе a river
Where deep waters run
[Chorus]
Be my cartographer
And make of me maps in your hand
Oh, my America
My newfound land
[Verse 3]
My head is an ocean
Where the tides ebb and flow
And the water moves before, behind, between, above, below
I can see you in the distance
And your flags are all on the shore
My head is an ocean
Always ebb and flowing
[Chorus]
Be my cartographer
And make of me maps in your hand
Oh, my America
My newfound land
Oh, my America
My newfound
My newfound land