There is a way that leads to life; the few that find it never die,
Past mountain peaks, graced white with snow - the way grows brighter as it goes.


There is a road inside of you; inside of me there is one too,
No stumbling pilgrim in the dark; the road to Zion's in your heart.


The river runs beside the road, its waters living as they flow,
In liquid voice the water calls; on thirsty knees a pilgrim falls.


There is a road inside of you; inside of me there is one too,
No stumbling pilgrim in the dark; the road to Zion's in your heart,
The road to Zion's in your heart.


Sometimes a shadow, dark and cold, lays like a mist across the road,
But be encouraged by the sight - where there's a shadow, there's a light.


There is a road inside of you; inside of me there is one too,
No stumbling pilgrim in the dark; the road to Zion's in your heart,

The road to Zion's in your heart.

Sometimes it's good to look back down; we've come so far, we've gained such ground,

But joy is not in where we've been, joy is who's waiting at the end.

There is a road inside of you; inside of me there is one too,

No stumbling pilgrim in the dark; the road to Zion's in your heart,
No stumbling pilgrim in the dark; the road to Zion's in your heart,
The road to Zion's in your heart, the road to Zion's in your heart.