I see the sun rise   Here comes the day   Where sunrise comes from   I am not knowing      I'll see with stained eyes   Help find my way   It all surrounds me   It is all snowing, flowing   Here we go      I hear a calling   Each one by name   And so many don't hear   They think it's the same old thing      I feel us falling   Back where we came   It all astounds me   Is it a sad thing, bad thing?   I don't know