Wind whistling,
my heart is breaking...

The night is dark
the water cold...

Verse 1:
The thunder rumbles...

There are many things in this world
that could be put into the category of boredom...

Is the mountain high
is the valley low...

Every night that I lay
my head to down to sleep...

Father, Spirit, Savior
comforts me when I'm weak...

Birds sing in the trees,
squirrels break the silence with their chattering...

Hand touches hand,
heart tuoches heart...

Step by step he comes toward me,
his velvet dark eyessoftly pleading...

As I walk along the street,
I don't know where I'm going...

Time slowly ticks by,
when will I find you...