[Verse 1] There is not a path Only the bearded, balding father pointing Through the litter of the past And bracken of the future, pointing [Verse 2] The romance of the distance, oh The trumpet that we're sure we may have heard We walk cause others walked before us and we've Got to take their word [Bridge] High valleys, crushing plains We've learned to love the way of life, the quest That we've been given Trudging on by day The memory remains of faces under-lit by fire Old familiar glow of paint and poem As powerful as words the faces spoke [Chorus] Reach for the Edifice Our fathers built it with their hands This is a pilgrimage This is the song that never ends