You've probably seen this before, but it seemed appropriate to bring it up again. (Especially after reading recent posts by Jeannette DeMain and bobbot.) For a while, I was literally addicted to this video, like an emotional drug.
The song is "Praan," by Garry Schyman, and is available on iTunes.
The lyrics are from the poem "Stream of Life," by Rabindranath Tagore:
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is Your same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
P.S. Somewhere below the original video is a comment from a woman whose son was killed in Iraq. She said she hadn't been sleeping, but that the video enabled her to get throught one night. Only one. But still, that's saying something.