Little by little, I go
Up that fair hillside in snow
My heart knows it's better,
In spite of the weather
So little by little, I go.
I wish I knew how it would end,
Better yet, when it would begin.
My legs are so tired,
But I stay inspired
Up in the meadows again.
Where is the one who is wise?
And why does he wear a disguise?
Down in the valley,
Or up on the mountain,
I'll believe when I see with my eyes.
Do you still think about me?
Like when you found me
Beneath that old tree?
I admit that I wonder,
But when I hear the thunder,
I still walk where I cannot see.
Remember when we
Walked down the road?
We thought we were completely alone.
'Til our hearts were on fire,
Though we were so tired,
And he followed us all the way home.
Where is the one who is wise?
And is there a mark on his thigh?
Do you remember,
We were standing together,
When his feet
Disappeared in the sky?