I never knew you but you seemed to be, to me, a great man
Wise as a serpent and gentle as a hillside's white lamb
Still I hear your voice
And I see your choice
It's written on us

I wish I'd known 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 this dark land you gave a lamp
By which we might see

And we walk the ground that you shook
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
We read the words in your book
And learn how to break our own ground
All the lambs will roar beautiful sounds