Who shall dare to quietly weep for yonder tree
While the sea sheds tears of salt
Dream of lands where one can safely flee
Containing shades of promise
They can exalt

Who shall look to high hills for precious treasure
As contentment lies beneath
Defying all of heaven’s sweetest pleasure
With every breath
They breathe

Who shall be the one who will stir and wake
The sun to see his gold
Shining upon the mountains and crystal lakes
To watch a delicate mist
Softly unfold

Who shall stop and listen to the weeping
Dry the tears of our sea
Show us where contentment lies in keeping
Stir and wake the sun
For you and me