I never knew you but you seemed to be, to me, a great man
wise as a serpent and gentle as a hillside white lamb
still I hear your voice
and I see your choice
it‘s written on us
I wish I‘d know you and learned the way to walk the narrow path
but I am grateful that you left your words to follow like a map
within the dark land you gave a lamp
by which we might see
and we walk the ground that you shook
and we read the words in your book
and learn how to break our own ground
all the lambs will roar beautiful sounds
still I hear your voice
and I see your choice
it‘s written on us
and we walk the ground that you shook
and we read the words in your book
and learn how to break our own ground
all the lambs will roar beautiful sounds.