Way off in the distance, see the hills sever
the foggy misty morn,
with beautiful trees
and bumble bees
the day is being born.
 

we can see forever, though life goes on, never
lost with a vision of hope,
what’s beyond those hills
are the dreams that fills
our minds of knotted rope.
 

One hill at a time, as we travel together,
we’ll use those knots to climb,
so let’s start with this morning
before life’s mourning
and go forth with faith in time.