Feet fall on the road Bound to motion
Though chains be of gold
They are chains all the same
Traveler on the bridge A
wakens to find It's not the river that flows
But the bridge that moves o'er
In the hand of the cloud
Liquid as time
The heron's wings well
Know the grace of space
Though chains be of gold
They are chains all the same
Traveler on the bridge A
wakens to find It's not the river that flows
But the bridge that moves o'er
In the hand of the cloud
Liquid as time
The heron's wings well
Know the grace of space