Sun comes up on these mountain braes   And it's breaking on the high ground   And the rolling road   And the rolling river   Are all that I have to hold   There in your arms   There in your arms      I went walking in the world   The voice of many waters   In the waking cascade   In the breathing we wait   On the rolling road   On the rolling road   May you always be freedom   And the rolling road   And the rolling river   Are ad that I have to hold   There in your arms      There's a presence in the wind   And it holds all departed   And I'm here in the power   And the long passing hour   The light rushing in   Great great gentle giver   All the craving I see   Falling way beyond me      On the rolling road   On the rolling road   May you always be freedom   And the rolling road   And the rolling river   Are all that I have to hold   There in your arms   There in your arms