I walked to the whispering forrest not a man made sound could I hear
A pretty sound was playing there without a sign of fear
I walked alone up to mountain and looked out over the sea
I saw an eagle spread his wings in flight so gracefully
I knew that I was walking where mortal should not trod
There on the lonely mountain I stopped and thought of God
I walked through a busy city it was filled by men and steel
A young one cries and old one dies where love and hate are real
I knew that I was walking where many men had trod
There in the busy city I stopped and thought of God
