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   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      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