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I've left you a gift on the riverbank |
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Go bring it to me here |
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And when you do we'll look it through |
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And then it will be clear |
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That currents move and shape the sand |
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That winds can blow you far |
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That words aren't always hard to find |
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But tended harbors are |
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You may be fearless may be right |
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But when the day gives way to night |
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Carry a light with you |
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Carry a light with you |
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Into the night with you |
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A light with you |
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We've shared our meals by the firelight |
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Now let the fire die |
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Go wrap yourself in the winter moon |
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You and the evening sky |
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But remember that the monuments |
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Were once in someone's hand |
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That soldiers walk the battlefields |
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That farmers work the land |
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So raise yourself to your full height |
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But when the day gives way to night |
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You may be fearless may be right |
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You may have fires yet to light |
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You may have stories to tell |
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You may have rivers to cross |
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You may have courage to fight |
