Here I am, pondering this question
Why can’t life be easy like a rhyme?
And why can’t the south winds always be a blowin’
Oh I wonder what it would be like

Still, I thank you for the north winds and their blowin’
And for every time I die to part of me
And for every prayer I have ever spoken
And for every tear that drives me to my knees

Chorus:
I would rather be in the valley deep
Then only from a distance watching You
And I would rather run over the highest mountain
Following and doing what You do
I would rather be with You

I’ll love You through my heartaches and stumbles
And for every circumstance that brings me change
And for every plan and dream that seems to crumble
And for every burden calling me to pray.