To travel thus has always been our way,
To winter in the south and summer in the north,
And so we traveled on another day.
For life lays out before us
Like a sparrow in the dawn;
When winter snows approach we move on.
Little can we carry; little do we own;
we live but for the Mother's gentle grace.
Often do we toil, but often life is sweet;
And when we go we leave without a trace.
For life lays out before us,
As we head toward the warm;
To live we must find shelter from the storm.
Midway through the cross, I heard her call my name,
And turned to see her rested by a tree.
No further could she walk, no more could we delay;
but as I stopped these words I heard her say;
You must go on alone now, you must walk with the free..
The Western gate has opened up for me;
For life lays out before you as the raven beckons on,
My days are done now you must carry on.
Many years have passed, and my time now grows short;
The journey becomes harder every year;
I know the day will come when I will be the one
Who's left behind by those who I hold dear.
And life will lay before them and life will carry on...
When my days are done they will carry on.
When the Western gate has opened, She will call me to her breast,
And it's in the Mother's arms I will rest.
