Where must one man go
To find the fairest falls
How far the river flows
How loud the mountain callsWhere must one descend
To find the lowest low
How quick the seasons end
How deep the canyons goWhere must one arise
To reach the highest high
How bright the brightest skies
How sad the saddest sighAnd where in all of time
Can be found the proper place
For a lifetime of sublime
An eternity of grace