Of how many cities brought to light, How many cities are there left to find? And who could search them all? There hide two for every one, I was daunted by the sum. Of all the ascents that I contrive All of the summits seemed at first so high For every mile there I see two that lay ahead 'Till a great light Burned a new sight Of what years hold Days could not know. Of everything with the morning, and Everything in time. Oh, Everything is smaller When you see it from on high From the earth to the ocean I see another state of mind Everything with the morning, son Will put all your fears to flight What the years hold Days cannot know.