Sun comes up on these mountain braes And it's breaking on the high ground And the rolling road And the rolling river Are all that I have to hold There in your arms There in your arms
I went walking in the world The voice of many waters In the waking cascade In the breathing we wait On the rolling road On the rolling road May you always be freedom On the rolling road And the rolling river Are all that I have to hold There in your arms
There's a presence in the wind And it holds all departed And I'm here in the power And the long passing hour The light rushing in Great great gentle giver All the craving I see Falling way beyond me On the rolling road On the rolling road May you always be freedom And the rolling road And the rolling river Are all that I have to hold There in your arms There in your arms