Long Winding lane

I walk down that long winding lane,

The one they often call life,

I cross the sign posts and the bridges,

And watch the mountains go by.

I don't know my way around,

And I can't tell where I'm going to be,

I don't know how I'm going to get there,

And I don't know how I'm going to see.

But I've heard them say,

The few who wander into my way,

That you'll see the turn you must take,

Just when it's the right time of the day.