Will you look at this land
The mountains they stand
High up in the sky
Oh my, oh my
With dirt on my feet
I climbed to the peak
The wind blew through my hair
I stare with no care
And oh, I'm looking for the people who have died
And oh, we all ask why
Why they are gone
Why they are gone
My message to them
Is folded up in this plane
It says, "How do you do?
I miss you, miss you"
I throw it up to the sky
And let the wind blow it high
High up to my friends
Goodbye, goodbye
And oh, I'm looking for the people who have died
And oh, we all ask why
Why they are gone
Why they are gone
And oh, I'm looking for the people who have died
And oh, we all ask why
Why they are gone
Why they are gone
They still live on