Where The Answers Lie
Near the outskirts of heaven the mountains rise.
A peace fills my soul.
Blue fills the skies.
In the pine grows a rose that has no thorns.
She’s the prettiest flower; the hills, she adorns.
when no one can tell me the reasons why,
There’s a place in the wildwood where the answers lie.
Oh, when my mind’s full of questions it’s then that I fly
To a place in the wildwood where the answers...lie.