As we walk the path our fathers walked before, bound together by a scarlet thread of faith, we will share a dream that becomes our own,
Oh, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
The same sun rises and sets on us all,
The nights are long, oh, but never in vain,
We must lift our eyes in wonder with each dawn,
Oh, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
These painted hills and watercolour skies will one day surely fade to grey, but the love of God will never die,
Oh, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Seasons pass, summer turns to fall,
Our time is short, oh, but never in vain,
We must lift our eyes in wonder and in awe,
Oh, the more things change, the more they stay the same,
Yes, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
