Press on

I was down in the valley
of the shadow of death
where the passion for life
drained like blood from my chest
and it took more than my will just to
take a step
when the compass of hope
was gone
In a silence so black
that i wished for the blues
every desperate prayer
seemed like heaven refused
and some days i found faith meant just
tyin' my shoes
and it was
all i could do
to press on
Press on me amigo
press on mon ami
walk on in the face
of the mystery
though the night hides the light
through the darkness still dawn...
tie your shoes, my dear friend
and press on
(walk on)
On the ocean so lonesome i was not left on
had some heavenly friends
when my heart was a stone
and they carried my heartache and
made it their own
when the current of sorrow
was strong
(and one said)
"i pray your memories will not drag you down
not be anchors but treasures
of the love that you've found"
and his kind words turned hurt into comfort somehow
and the wind in my sails
to press on
So press on me amigo
press on mon ami
walk on in the face
of the mystery
though the night hides the light
and the journey is long...
lean on me, my dear friend
and press on
Though the days seem like years...
there may be giants in our fears...
ah, but they who are sowin' tears
they shall reap in joy
they shall run and leap for joy!
So press on me amigo
press on mon ami
walk on in the face
of the mystery...
(...)
Though the night hides the light
and the journey is long...
lean on me, my dear friend
and press on me amigo
press on mon ami
walk on in the face
of the mystery
though the night hides the light
and the journey is long...
tie your shoes, my dear friend
and press on!