I walk through valleys full of love
And flowers falling from up above;
And all around the sunrays fall
And I can hear your gentle call

  Like waters rushing passed me
Like birds singing sweetly;
Like footprints in the sand
Like a reassuring hand

  And as the rain of youth falls down
It washes off this ugly frown;
And when the rain has gone
When nature's work is done -

  I'll walk with you through garden's door;
I'll walk with you to earth's lonely shore;
I'll walk with you up mountains high;
I'll walk with you, I'll walk with you!

  Soft and swiftly
Departure takes place
Off to the unknown
They bravely face

  Over those waters
So deep and dark
Under those clouds
Loud thunder they hark

  And stop they will not
Those small little souls
For unto that far land
They will carry their toils

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  What will those poor
Little creatures see?
The loveliest sunrise?
Hidden from you and me?

  Or the worst of all storms?
With waves ten feet high?
But those strong little things
Will surely not die!

  Though small they may be
And perish they will
God's hand may be over them
For no one to kill

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  Let them fly, fly away
To the unknown they long
For they soon will be back again
And with them, their song!