That night, when I got lost in the woods
I came upon a woman, old and blind,
She touched my arm and said,

"If you don't know the way, I do
And if you want, I'll take you there tonight
If you can find the strength to follow me,

I'll call back as I go to you, my friend,
We'll make it all the way,
Where that old cypress creaks and sways

Up to the top, where stands the wooden cross."

And then, all puzzled and confused, I said to her

"I kind of think it queer that you, who can't even see,
Can help and comfort me, and show me where to go,
'Cause it would be as if the blind could lead the lost"


The woman sighed and spoke with patient words,
She took my hand and simply said, "Let's go"

I never will forget
Her hand so rough and so secure
Her voice so calm, she said her name was 'Faith'


At times I walk right through those woods again, and say,
'I kind of think it queer that she, who can't even see,

Can shed some helpful light and show me where to go,'
But in the end I trust that she can take me home.