Moving On

Heard the rain on the window Felt the wind through the trees Spied the shadow near the church Of one that still believes Knew the geese were migrating To escape winter's hell They'll return in the springtime If everything goes well I'm camping on the hilltop Gazing at lands below Watching the world changing In ways I'll never know Tomorrow there'll be sunshine And I'll be moving on I'll nod to the believer As he's singing his song