I set out for my dream today
with a handful of song
to lead me through my dark dismay
to tell my right from wrong
Tell me, Wise One,
how deep can darkness die?
Can it kill the song
I travel by?
I see him in the hills of May
in the pastures of July
he sails gray October's bay
and April sees him fly
Ah, my Young One
from darkness you shall rise
to find your song
in your eyes
Wisdom, sing but one more truth
pray, is my song for real?
Is it not the winds of youth
that bring me what I feel?
Oh, my Young One,
your heart is clean and true,
and the song that you bear
is You
