Walking
- Walking Earth,
- Move under my feet, under my stars,
- Pull up to me through valleys
- And fall from me on the mountains.
- Walking Earth,
- Spin with me in west
- And against me in east.
- Pull nighttime to my doorstep
- And morning to my bed.
- Walking Earth,
- Move under my feet, under my years,
- And forever keep me walking
Copyright © 1975-2005 by Brian Elroy McKinley