He came from the mountain
   to walk among the wounded
   they couldn't see him
   but the snow did melt whenever he passed by.
  
   he came behind winter
   his face was like the sun
   they wouldn't see it
   but he sang on the bank and made the waters run.
  
   in his world we wait
   in his hands our fate
   keep on climbing
   we shall see his gate
   in good time.
  
   he came to the lowlands
   he said we must have faces
   so we could see like him
   before our wings would ever come to fly.
  
   in his world we wait
   in his hands our fate
   keep on climbing
   we shall see his gate
   in good time.
   (repeat)