There are stones, there are trees,
there's a river, and mountains to marvel at.
My pilgrimage has just begun,
under an ever changing, faithful sky.
There's this passage that I must unravel:
There are clouds, there are storms,
there's the sun and stars to marvel at.
There's this splendor that I must discover,
but not without you, not without us.
Please walk with me, walk with me
and just hold my hand.