My greatest wealth is the deep
stillness
in which I strive and grow
and win what the world cannot take
from me with fire or sword.
So I'm throwing out seeds on the winter snow As the cold wind begins to blow
Standing here on a new threshold
I can see a warm dim light in the window...
I pass from mystery to mystery, so I won't lie
I don't know what happens when people die
but I hope that I see you...
In the distance I see a glow
There's a light, there's a light, there's light
In the window.