One thing I loved about that wonderful film was that the form of communication between ourselves and the aliens was music. These days, I think that music is probably the most universal form of communication we have. Wish we'd use it more. (BZ)
When the night is a curtain of velvet blue
And a falling star splits the sky in two
Orion smiles and Ezekiel knew
That a chariot would carry him home
Let the wheels in the sky go ‘round and ‘round
Let the sun and the moon go up and down
Let the singing stars be my glory crown
And the chariot’s gonna carry me home
On all the stars like grains of sand
On every world where life began
Where such a tiny thing as man
Dreams of chariots to carry him home
Some trust in legends of old
Some trust in coins of gold
Some try to save their souls
Some trust in chariots
Some search for the glory throne
In a universe unknown
I trust we’re not alone
I trust in chariots
Preachers and professors watching from below
Looking for answers they’ll never know
Why the fools will stay when the dreamers go
On the chariots that carry them home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin’ for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin’ for to carry me home