Piano keys linger delicately in the air as ghosts
and harpsichord notes haunt the halls verily,
whilst candlelight flickers upon gothic stone
of a cathedral in countryside Europe standing all alone;
mystery brought me here,
adventure driven me thus far,
and who I have beside me is the girl that has my heart.
A howl, a cry in the night
tears away our eyes from one another's sight,
it begs us keep searching, keep searching
for in soon time history's stones are turning.
So fly we to the next mark of the map,
wherever the Spirit leads,
yoked in anointing to break demonic deeds.
Take my hand for the long journey epic,
arduous and full of splendor,
crossing over rolling emerald hills,
whether in endless day or blackest night,
'tis worth more than any treasure;
all silver and all gold;
having help fulfilling mission in divine craft and art,
while beside me is the girl, the girl that has my heart.