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 God...
