From the heights of the mountains to the depths
Of yesterday's valleys, can you see tomorrow?
Bythe pathways of today from yesterday's journeys
Can you see tomorrow?
Upon rolling seas and lashing waves , can you see tomorrow?

Rock upon rock, stone upon stone we build the heights to gain the distance.
Hand over hand we climb, reaching to find peace and glory.
Hope upon hope we seek that which is just out to sight.
Tomorrow is time written on the wind, blown here by the breath of one who knows.
Tomorrow is the design fo today's dreams and yesterday's burdens.
It is the hours before dawn that never stay long enough to savor.
And yet sleep is still beyone recall, when thoughts clearly on the mind befall.

Time upon time we march to the beat to wait the 'morrow.
It lingers not where we have stood when there passes the drummer.
Each time we think we have reached the summit, it begins to rise again
Pushing back the tide to reaveal the land.
There upon the rise we stand with our goal at hand.
Oh yes, Oh yes, We can see tomorrow!