Grandfather I have come to you, for I am lost, I can't wear this shoe 

Stepped aside for a moment's toll and watched an endless winding road go by

Like a bird, you fly alone, a simple solid sparkling stone and like the dust of many years you lay

Oh Grandfather teach me how to see, between the leaves of every tree 

Please teach me how its done, to climb the mountain and touch the sun   -  Norman Blain