Travellers

We stood in the moonlight and the river flowed And God walked through the garden A mist came falling down to the ground I watched it all with no obligation This is your sister, this is your brother This is your mother, not somebody's dream And all our lifetimes drifted through the trees To that place of moments where all was certain Travellers on an olden road With all the baggage of our days and years We're life's carriers to the next unborn And I'll carry you Till this great race is over We stood in the garden And the river flowed...