Lyrics
[verse]
There's a woman who believes
Every glimmer holds a door
She keeps climbing through the leaves
Chasing echoes, wanting more
And the wind speaks in riddles
Through the branches, through the stone
Every answer split in middles
Every path she walks alone
[verse]
There's a feeling in the valley
Where the brook forgets to run
Two roads meet but never rally
Neither leads back to the sun
Still she wonders what she's missing
In the whisper of the trees
Some old truth she keeps dismissing
Carried soft upon the breeze
[chorus]
And she's building up a stairway
Out of moonlight and of dust
Every step a kind of prayer
Every doubt she turns to trust
Climbing higher, climbing farther
Till the silver turns to gold
She will find the hidden harbor
Where the oldest tales are told
[verse]
Now the piper starts his calling
Down along the misty line
All the seasons keep on falling
Into rings of pale sunshine
And the ones who stand and listen
Sometimes hear the forest sing
Every leaf begins to glisten
Every stone becomes a wing
[chorus]
Still she's building up a stairway
Out of moonlight and of dust
Every step a kind of prayer
Every doubt she turns to trust
Climbing higher, climbing farther
Till the silver turns to gold
She will find the hidden harbor
Where the oldest tales are told
[bridge]
And it makes her wonder, makes her wonder
Why the thunder waits so long
And it makes her wonder, makes her wonder
If the quiet holds a song
All the roads that twist beneath her
All the fires burning low
She will follow every feather
To the place she has to go
[chorus]
For she's building up a stairway
Out of moonlight and of dust
Every step a kind of prayer
Every doubt she turns to trust
Climbing higher, climbing farther
Till the silver turns to gold
She has found the hidden harbor
Where the oldest tales are told
