higher ground
barbra streisand
once again the times are changin
well the words of ancient poets
fall like dust upon my shoes
grief has robbed me of my vision
turned my heart from higher truths
that i found were only stones
i would trade the world of ages
for a warmer hand to hold
the path of light is narrow
but it leads to streets of gold
while the truth that lies between us
come and share the truth with me