Walking With the Elders

My head is back, my eyes are open,
Looking in a line unbroken
Up to where the leaves are waving,
Half the way from here to heaven,
Walking with the elders
On a Carolina mountainside.
I'm walking with the elders,
And their arms are open wide.

Long before the dawn of science,
God begot a race of giants.
Cut to clear, cut to timber,
Hidden here, a few have lingered.
Walking with the elders
On a Carolina mountainside.
I'm walking with the elders,
And they will not be denied.

Carry on a conversation
With an ancient generation.
Though I cannot speak the language,
Still my soul can understand it.

Plant a tree, seed a forest.
Praise the ones that come before us.
They will see the changing seasons,
When I'm in the ground beneath them.
Walking with the elders
On a Carolina mountainside.
I'm walking with the elders,
And the elders will abide.