One Time

Let me tell you what he did for me,

with the weight of my worries tearing my sleeve.

I cried to my father the other night, the end of all hope.

"Show me the rope, which way to go"

As I fell asleep, he took away my worries.

He picked me up put me on his shoulders.

I could see for miles.

He showed me that the mountain I'm climbing,

is not a mountain at all,

but a gentel slope leading home.

There are mountains

towering ahead.

He says to me "These are mine.

Hold my hand, you'll be fine"

I could see for miles.

He showed me that the mountain I'm climbing,

is not a mountain at all,

but a gentle slope leading home.

"The mountains are mine"