We shall be lifted on high Raised from the dirt All by and by yourself Out here alone But all good things will be born anew Ghosts in the vapor Ghosts in the hue of a night So far from home But we will march on We shall climb mountains so tall And stare into the ether Into an empty so big It makes us feel small But all good things will be born anew Ghosts in the vapor Ghosts in the hue of a light Yet to look upon But we will march on
