Let me tell you what he did for me,
with the weight of my worries tearing my sleeve
I cried to my father the other night, the end of all hope
"Show me the rope, which way to go"
As I fell asleep, he took away my worries
He picked me up put me on his shoulders
I could see for miles
He showed me that the mountain I'm climbing,
is not a mountain at all,
but a gentel slope leading home
There are mountains
towering ahead
He says to me "These are mine
Hold my hand, you'll be fine"
I could see for miles
He showed me that the mountain I'm climbing,
is not a mountain at all,
but a gentle slope leading home
"The mountains are mine"