The Horizon

I know the birds are flying high I know the streams are cold But I will fall down my knees When I hear winter call The time comes for all of us The time comes for all To see the morning light again On the horizon fall I watch the river drift on by I watch the trees grow old But I will fall down on my knees When I hear winter call The time comes for all of us The time comes for all To see the morning light again On the horizon fall I lay me down in medows green I lay me down to sleep But I will rise up again When I hear winter weep The time comes for all of us The time comes for all To see the morning light again On the horizon fall