He Came From The Mountain – Bruce CockburnBy He came from the mountainTo walk among the woundedThey couldn’t see himBut the snow did melt whenever he passed byHe came behind winterHis face was like the sunThey wouldn’t see itBut he sang on the bank and made the waters runIn his world we waitIn his hands our fateKeep on climbingWe shall see his gateIn good timeHe came to the lowlandsHe said we must have facesSo we could see like himBefore our wings would ever come to flyIn his world we waitIn his hands our fateKeep on climbingWe shall see his gateIn good time www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20