The-ese slo-opes gave me hope. Quick silver streams divide the hills above Like veins that bring the body blood, The body blood, bring the precious body blood. De-eee-filed by earthly trials High mountain lakes dissolve the city's iron gates, And wash away the pains and aches The pains and aches, baptized on high in mountain lakes. Blinded by all we design With every step, my breath draws short. But still I see towering trees Spreading grace like falling leaves, Like falling leaves, falling leaves Wholly designed, and things like these Slopes that gave me hope. These slopes that gave me ho-ope. These slopes that gave me ho-ope.