Still we walk on 
   Through the valleys of snow 
   Old man walks with me 
   To short too have seen 
   What this really means to me 
   Echoes of the past 
   Search for a place to land 
   The guide shows the way 
   Knowing I'm stumbling in the past 
   Taught me well 
   To know the difference 
   Spiritually kind 
   We know move on 
   The guide shows the way 
   Pointing to the faded pictures 
   Can't take them with you he says 
   To far  to reach any ways 
   Reaching the peak 
   The valley is now below us 
   He gives me my wings 
   Me and old man, we fly again