Softly, I tread upon the leaves
The frosted fragments are stolen by the breeze
The cloud-veiled sun sees the pieces fly
And watches my breath blossom with its pale eye
And under its gaze I wander down this track
Each two steps forward, there is one step back
And like this stream I feel myself confined
To the path ahead, well I may be blind
But that path is sure
And I will find a home
That path is sure
And I will find a home
Flowers fall away from my sleep
The night is bare as the small hours creep
Then dawn brings colour, the cockerel's knowing squawk
And that pale old eye insists I walk
And under its gaze I wander down this track
Each two steps forward, there is one step back
And like this stream I feel myself confined
To the path ahead, well I may be blind
But that path is sure
And I will find a home
That path is sure
And I will find a home