The sun is my lamp
And the moon my nightlight at camp
The trees are my chapel
Without a penny to my name yet joys I have ample
The mountain peaks are where I sing God’s praise
And in the valleys I lay and watch the sheep graze
I’m always journeying
Through snow and through rain
Though the worldly sins are ever burdening
I keep journeying to light and a place with no more pain
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