Up on the high, high hills - with my floating friend Watchin' all the silver - no one can ever spend I feel the touch of her hand and all it will erase; These footprints I followed tho they followed my every pace Days, days Be more than all we have. No matter how much I cross I always see the same stream. I'm standing up on these bridges that are standing in a dream. Days, days Be more than all we have.