On a hillside in the warm sun
Granite shining like ice
And the water sparkling, rushing
Through the earth black as night
Where the skylark sings above me
And the sheep graze at ease
In the silence, this new land
Summons each, all, and me
I had not seen, I could not know
What this new land would be
I had heard a piece of Heaven
Was waiting for me
From the barren to the verdant
From the crag to the dale
Once I've stepped out in faith
Then there's no turning away
I'll fly, fly, headlong and free
Fly, fly, headlong and free
Why grieve for the pains that have been?
For the new land is calling to me
For the new land is calling to me
Every autumn has its winter
Every winter its spring
Ages pass and every dying
Means a new life begins
In the passing from the old land
There is sorrow and fear
But the night at its darkest
Means the dawning is near
