talking to the miles in my head
I've been trekking through
I've been talking to the creatures
I've been trekking through the fields
Every time I see that meadow
One tree leaves and another grows
And through the mist and in the distance
Coming from the mountain top
It calls my ears and calls my name
You're saying the same thing
Hold your ground, your time is a coming
I've been trekking through
I've been talking to the river,
Every time I see that meadow,
one she leaves and another grows
Coming from the mountain top
It calms my fears and calls my name
You're all saying the same thing
Hold your ground, your time is a coming
Every time I see that meadow
One tree leaves and another grows
Through the mist that in the distance
Wish that brother, wish that son
Comin' from the mountain top
Calls my ears, calls my name
You're all sayin' the same thing
Hold your ground, your time is a -comin'
Oh, oh, oh, who's that brother,
Coming from the mountaintop
It calls my ears and calls my name
You're all saying the same thing
Hold your ground, your death is a coming
