Cold steel collides with the mountain side

The sun conspires with the rising pine

The deep blue sky lined in frosty white

All this reminds us that

This life is more precious than

Any possession e'er

What you want is what you needed

Plant your seed and grow your garden

When you reach your destination

Thank the Good Lord that you made it

The stars they come to paint your eyes

The fog rolls in to chase the tide

As white waves crash upon shorelines

All this reminds us that

This life is more precious

Any possession e'er

What you want is what you needed

Plant your seed and grow your garden

When you reach your destination

Thank the Good Lord that you made it

What you want is what you needed

Plant your seed and grow your garden

When you reach your destination

Thank the Good Lord that you made it