I never knew you but you seemed to be, to me, a great man Wise as a serpent and gentle as a hillside white lamb Still i hear your voice And i see your choice It's written on us I wish i'd know you and learned the way to walk the narrow path But i am grateful that you left your words to follow like a map Within the dark land you gave us a lamp By which we might see We heard your voice We saw your choice It's written on us And we walk the ground that you shook We read the words in your book And learn how to break our own ground All the lambs will roar beautiful sounds