Let me tell you what he did for me,
with the weight of my worries tearing my sleeve.
I cried to my father the other night, the end of all hope.
«Show me the rope, which way to go»
As I fell asleep, he took away my worries.
He picked me up put me on his shoulders.
I could see for miles.
He showed me that the mountain I’m climbing,
is not a mountain at all,
but a gentel slope leading home.
There are mountains
towering ahead.
He says to me «These are mine.
Hold my hand, you’ll be fine»
I could see for miles.
He showed me that the mountain I’m climbing,
is not a mountain at all,
but a gentle slope leading home.
«The mountains are mine»