I walked to the whispering forrest not a man made sound could I hear A pretty sound was playing there without a sign of fear I walked alone up to mountain and looked out over the sea I saw an eagle spread his wings in flight so gracefully
I knew that I was walking where mortal should not trod There on the lonely mountain I stopped and thought of God I walked through a busy city it was filled by men and steel A young one cries and old one dies where love and hate are real I knew that I was walking where many men had trod There in the busy city I stopped and thought of GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
