A man rode out on horseback Into the starry night And their upon the highest ridge He beheld the sight What he saw were not the trees Nor the mountains all around For what he saw came from within him And it came without a sound The vision was there before him As it had never been before This gift of life had been given And with it something more So he rode on down the mountain No more alone nor blue For with the gift of life had been given The gift, of each of you