"Mountain Of Memories"

Like a beggar with a broken stick
As in the wind to fly away
The strange sound I knew his kind
That wild voice calling me
The dancing flame fierce a spark,

Your phantom fading now
Dying in a mountain of memories
The canyons of your mind
Silken shaded deep the shadow
Hidden in a forest to peep -

The color of the moon to dream
Her golden ringlets dancing
Waving fiery streamers in delight
Stars upon the horizon
Singing sweetly the first Amen,

Angel arms around me
My fear of failure in their hands
No matter how dark
The night will see the morning
On my pillow of hope -

A heavy heart upon a breast
God of all comfort there
In a new mountain of memories
Praying on my knees
Lost to the devil burning in fire,

Seeing me his beggar
The man without a broken stick
Walking upright in faith
Running into a new valley below
Singing songs of holiness.

Heavenly Angels smiling now
Bowing on knees to pray
For the lost and lonely souls
Gathered together there
Saved from that lonely road of hell!