On the Mountain

Let the wind wear away
The words cut in the stone
Let it clear what remains
Let it scatter their bones

But let there be you
Walking a line on the plain
And let it be you
Getting up and beginning again

And may you contain
All that you have replaced
Without judgement or fear
With no intention left to waste

Just let it be you
Through the strength and the pain of your joy
Just let it be you
Tracking the years down through your voice

Deep and low
Clear and true
Let it be you

And your lover, she cried
To see you there on the floor
Spinning again, defeated
Still abused and still a boy

But I'm in awe and ashamed
At the sound of your words and your voice
Winding through you from someplace else
Some place where you never had a single choice

So let it be you
Who comes through this town with his sword
And let it be you
That levels the rich and lies down with the poor

And let it be you
Who draws a clear line back through time
And let it be you
Who, when beaten, will always rise

And let it be you
Who will comfort us that need
And it is just you
That is remembered here and now by me

With love, goodbye
If a man could never die
Then, let it be you