Where the gates are open, summer sun sets fast
Throwing shadows on the rocks that lead to Schofield Pass
Ancient spirits soon emerge from this hallowed ground
Angels’ chorus rises up and fills the night with sound.

Up ahead, below the clouds, mountain breezes blow
Spirits slowly break free from earthly bonds below
Moment of the reckoning becomes the mystery known
On wheeling wings of eagles, we are heaven flown.

Pools of light define the path, the way is straight and wide
Saints are greeting everyone, sinners at their side
Foreigners and natives, all are welcome here
Pasts of pure iniquity retreat and disappear.

Up ahead, below the clouds, mountain breezes blow
Spirits slowly break free from earthly bonds below
Moment of the reckoning becomes the mystery known
On wheeling wings of eagles, we are heaven flown.

Passage to eternity, staircase to the sky
Pilgrims passing quietly, no one is denied.

When it comes my time to go, nothing more I’ll ask
Take my hand and guide me to the road to Schofield Pass
Stepping to the firmament, finally headed home
Here among the galaxies, we are not alone.

Up ahead, below the clouds, mountain breezes blow
Spirits slowly break free from earthly bonds below
Moment of the reckoning becomes the mystery known
On wheeling wings of eagles, we are heaven flown.

©Base Camp Music/2009