Canyon Walls

Then we pushed o’er the flat lands.
We climbed the rocky hills.
We floated tumbling rivers,
And found more mountains still.

The sun keeps burning softly.
Our faces show the wear.
But western lands keep calling.
We’ll build our Zion there.

We lifted through the canyon walls.
We daily touched the sky.
We’re living with the eagles now.
It’s here. We’ve got to try.

Immigration is the canyon sweet.
It’s coming soon they say.
We then see the valley,
But hope we will not stay.

But Brigham gazes slowly.
He says, “This is the right place.”
It’s here the God of Eden
Will built a noble race.

We lifted through the canyon walls.
We daily touched the sky.
We’re living with the prophets now.
It’s here.
We’ve got to try.