Let me tell you what he did for me, With the weight of my worries tearing my sleeve. I cried to my father the other night, the end of all hope. "Show me the rope, which way to go" As I fell asleep, he took away my worries. He picked me up put me on his shoulders. I could see for miles. He showed me that the mountain I'm climbing, Is not a mountain at all, But a gentel slope leading home. There are mountains Towering ahead. He says to me "These are mine. Hold my hand, you'll be fine" I could see for miles. He showed me that the mountain I'm climbing, Is not a mountain at all, But a gentle slope leading home. "The mountains are mine"