Was it in your higher wisdom That you turned your light from me Or was it just your sense of humor That for a moment I should see In that darkness was I weeping In that silence sadly free Now I'm waiting in your valley To be standing on your mountain That I might tumble down your hillside To a place that waits for me. From a time I dare to mention I was shown the broken line In this world of good intentions The cruelest love can seem so kind And you may harbor quiet sorrow But to speak it is the crime And so I'm waiting in your valley To be standing on your mountain That I might tumble down your hillside To a place that waits for me. I am soldier without country Having laid my guns to rest I am Time without the notion You could say I floundered with the best I have followed after hunger And I watched my wants infest Now I'm waiting in your valley To be standing on your mountain That I might tumble down your hillside To a place that waits for me. I have asked so many people What the spark of life might be But they bade me not to ask for More than the muted heart could be And though they posed me many faces All but one I could not see And so I'm waiting in your valley To be standing on your mountain That I might tumble down your hillside To a place that waits for me.