[Verse 1]
There is not a path
Only the bearded, balding father pointing

Through the litter of the past
And bracken of the future, pointing


[Verse 2]
The romance of the distance, oh
The trumpet that we're sure we may have heard

We walk cause others walked before us and we've
Got to take their word


[Bridge]
High valleys, crushing plains
We've learned to love the way of life, the quest

That we've been given
Trudging on by day
The memory remains of faces under-lit by fire

Old familiar glow of paint and poem
As powerful as words the faces spoke


[Chorus]
Reach for the Edifice
Our fathers built it with their hands

This is a pilgrimage
This is the song that never ends