He stands upon the stony height, And gazes down beyond the trail, To find the valley shining bright, Where sunlit waters softly sail. The summit was a phantom goal, The final peak a fleeting prize, A deeper longing moves his soul, As emerald valleys greet his eyes. The twisting river runs below, Where quiet fields of forgiveness grow. The rising river of sky, Reflects the clouds as they roll, While shadows wander on high, And touch the depths of his soul. Above him drifts the open air, Below the water mirrors blue, The endless cycle written there, The endless cycle written there, Where ancient rainfall starts anew. To fall below and rise again, Beyond the reach of mortal men. The rising river of sky, Reflects the clouds as they roll, While shadows wander on high, And touch the depths of his soul. The watcher sees the traveler stand, The watcher sees the traveler stand, And witness time begin to turn, Across the wide and open land, The lessons that his heart must learn. The downward path is calling now, To grace the valley's waiting brow. The lesson that his heart must learn, Across the wide and open land. The rising river of sky, Reflects the clouds as they roll, While shadows wander on high, And touch the depths of his soul. The rising river of sky, Reflects the clouds as they roll, While shadows wander on high, While shadows wander on high, And touch the depths of his soul. He steps toward the sloping track, The Witness watches from above, He never means to wander back, Embraced by valley that lies below. He lifts his eyes into the sky. Where the rising river starts to flow!
