Where the Stream Goes Video (MV)

Once there were the mountains
Dark rocks and black water
The shadows were heavy
Under those mountains
Their songs were sad and filled with longing

Who of us can say where the stream goes
Over dark rocks, the black water
All our dirt and dreams are gathered up in its streams
Some is carried high, some is laid down behind

Then there were the green hills
Wide plains and bright meadows
The water ran slow there
Under the bridges
The people had plenty - there was no need of singing

Who of us can say where the stream goes
Through the wide plains, the bright meadows
All our dirt and dreams are gathered up in its streams
Some is carried high, some is laid down behind

Pushing ever onwards
To the woods and wild places
The old mountains distant
New ones on the horizon
Toiling and tilling land that will not be tamed

Who of us can say where the stream goes
Onwards, through the woods and the wild places
All our dirt and dreams are gathered up in its streams
Some is carried high, some is laid down behind