Lyrics:

He came from the mountain To walk among the wounded They couldn't see him But the snow did melt whenever he passed by
He came behind winter His face was like the sun They wouldn't see it But he sang on the bank and made the waters run
In his world we wait In his hands our fate Keep on climbing We shall see his gate In good time
He came to the lowlands He said we must have faces So we could see like him Before our wings would ever come to fly
In his world we wait In his hands our fate Keep on climbing We shall see his gate In good time