Valley Turns to Gold

[Куплет 1] You mark the trail with little stones Past cedar roots and weathered bones A silver compass in your hand Pointing past the mapped-out land [Предприпев] Every ridge reveals a wider blue The quiet keeps its promise to you [Припев] Climb until the valley turns to gold Carry only what your hands can hold If the path bends out of sight Trust the pull, trust the height There is more beyond the line you know Climb until the valley turns to gold [Куплет 2] A hawk cuts circles through the heat Wild thyme rises beneath your feet You laugh when loose shale starts to slide Then find a steadier place to stride [Предприпев] Every breath becomes a measured flame The summit never calls your name [Припев] Climb until the valley turns to gold Carry only what your hands can hold If the path bends out of sight Trust the pull, trust the height There is more beyond the line you know Climb until the valley turns to gold [Бридж] Let the altitude rearrange you Let the open air make room No horizon can contain you When you choose the longer route [Final chorus] Climb until the valley turns to gold Carry only what your hands can hold If the path bends out of sight Trust the pull, trust the height There is more beyond the line you know Climb until the valley turns to gold [Аутро] Stone by stone, the world unfolds Stone by stone, the valley turns to gold