count the drops as they fall each one precious each one lost upon the flowers do they fall bringing beauty bringing life rocks do glisten in morning light sparkling brightly clean and bright drops did fall in morning light each one precious each one lost I would walk in light of day seeking something far away down the pathway wondering there seeking newest where I may drops did fall upon my path upon the soil within the dust along the way puddles form dark rich mud deeply lay I would somehow upon rocks stay avoiding puddles in my way yet to walk and traveled where within the puddles I must stray precious drops all do count wherever they fall wherever they lay