The patter of the rain upon the leaves Speaks to me of what the tree believes. It needs the rain it needs the sun. It needs them both and when they're done God creates an emerald canopy. Tonight I'll mention you in my prayers. Tonight these feet will climb celestial stairs. Before the stars begin to wane Some one in heaven will hear your name. Tonight I'll mention you in my prayers. Today I followed footsteps in the snow. They wandered through the wooded vale below. No matter where the footprints roamed. They always led my feet back home. Today I followed footsteps in the snow. If troubled times should ever come to be. I know you would do the same for me. But here upon the streets of gold, A prayer does not have far to go. I know you would do the same for me.
