I followed heaven's light
I heard the angels laugh and cheer at our safe strength
I find I saw the weather changing the way
February will I dreamed of peace
Then the world turned white and still
Who've been written in the stars
Still I'm an odd disciple
in these guitars we trust
Our dreams might not mean
but they mean the world to us
We'll take you to the children
You'll sing us all to sleep each night
with an old Hank Williams song
But for all these dreams and visions
to be written in the stars
Still I could not decipher
I dreamed the girl I'd marry
And the family we'd raise
In the mountains of New York City
Precious would be those days
But what my heart could not foresee
My time remaining would be brief
I'd give these dreams to you
Carry on, my brother, carry on,
Carry on, my brother, carry on,
But for all these dreams and visions,
though they're rich in the star
I couldn't read between the lines
