Troubadour

I go up to the mountain
I go up to the sky
I travel singing loudly of the day that passes by
I hear of things much older
Than I ever hope to be
A couple years to build a home sounds long enough to me

It's slow, the passing by
It's soft, the sparrow's cry
It's slow, my life
It's slow, my life
Its slow, the passing by

It's slow, it is, the ending
Of an unfamiliar song
The second time you listen it seems just half as long
Is that the way that life is?
A slower sort of climb?
Then all fast as it goes past 'cause you've heard it several times?

It's slow, the passing by
It's soft, the sparrow's cry
It's slow, my life
It's slow, my life
Its slow, the passing by

I hope to learn of angels
I hope to know the tune
I'll sleep without a roof above and listen to the moon
I hope that you're not different
I hope we are the same
I hope the song you sing and mine don't have a different name

It's slow, the passing by
It's soft, the sparrow's cry
It's slow, my life
It's slow, my life
Its slow, the passing by

It's slow, the passing by
It's soft, the sparrow's cry
It's slow, my life
It's slow, my life
Its slow, the passing by