Close, Chris.

<i>Somehow in reason, I lost sight of seasons.
I'm growin' out, growin' in.
Sometimes in evenings, when daylight was needed
I thought I'd never see you again.
Are you still with me, are you still with me?

I'm with you in singing skies and dancing waters
laughing children growing old
And in the heart and in the spirit
And in the truth when it is told.

If my faith should falter
And I should forsake you, and find myself turning away
Will you still be there, will you still be there?

I'll be there in singing skies and dancing waters
laughing children growing old
And in the heart and in the spirit
And in the truth when it is told.</i>