When we go on,
how we go.
Where we come from we don't know,
still the sun shines down below.
When we go on,
will we go,
thrust inside our very marrow.
Cross the fields and lines and low.
When we go on,
here we go.
Inch by inch and move on, go,
our lights and lands and snow.
When we go on,
how we go.
All our trails are learned by sorrow,
but we still smile and say hello.