Woke up to a rosy sun on the ridge Felt the rays melt straight into my skin Like the snow at the base of our camp Most peculiar August morning it has been We were heading north from Mexico Left all of our friends and nice things at home To find heaven under our feet We looked at the sunrise as you said to me You said Oh, my darling the places you will go The wind and the glaciers carve craters and canyons We hiked through the Sierras with your words in my head I started to understand what you meant 'Cause all I need are your boots next to mine Home can be where we make camp every night Oh, my darling the places you will go The wind and the glaciers carve craters and canyons In us We walked up to the border in four straight months Then we turned around and gazed in awe At this whole country we crossed And it's in the rarest of seasons like this That make life worth living And keep us feeling older than our years Oh, my darling the places you will go The wind and the glaciers carve craters and canyons Oh, my darling the places you will go The wind and the glaciers carve craters and canyons Carve craters and canyons Carve craters and canyons