Standing on the precipice
I turn to face The Road
The River rides beside me
Quenches our thirst as we flow
On down into The Valley where the darkness tends to stay
But don’t be afraid dear, we’ll find our way back home
We’ll find our way. We’ll find our way.
Up to The Mountain
Where we see everything
Those who would stop us
And those who would Sing
For this Freedom that we’ve found here
Near The River, on The Road.
Coming down The Mountain
Back to The River we must go
For where The Road can’t take me
The River always seems to know.
As we freeze past cold shadows
To find The Sun rise with The Dawn
We’ll make our way back…home.
To The Mountain
Where we see everything
Where Nothing ever stops us
And we are Free to Sing
From the Top of The Mountain to The Valley far below
To The Road of Wandering
Where we must all Go!
(with Jimmy Stewart)
