he came from the mountain

to walk among the wounded

they couldn't see him

but the snow did melt whenever he passed by.



he came behind winter

his face was like the sun

they wouldn't see it

but he sang on the bank and made the waters run.



in his world we wait

in his hands our fate

keep on climbing

we shall see his gate

in good time.



he came to the lowlands

he said we must have faces

so we could see like him

before our wings would ever come to fly.



in his world we wait

in his hands our fate

keep on climbing

we shall see his gate

in good time.

(repeat)