One day I met an old-timer,
He was standing by the bay.
We stopped and spun a yarn or two,
’bout places far away.
He said, “I’ve seen the seven wonders
And I’ve sailed some heavy seas.”
His words were like a painting
And I felt them carry me,
And I cold almost see it when he said,

“Such a beautiful sight, such a beautiful sight,
It wouldn’t be right to let it go.
Walk lightly, walk lightly, walk lightly.”

“I’ve watched the sunset on Tahiti,
Hear the thunder of Victoria Falls,
Threw a coin in Trevi Fountain,
Saw the moonrise over Taj Mahal,
Saw the snowfields in the Rockies
And the wheatfields of the Ukraine,
Crossed the outback down under
And felt the Amazon jungle rain.”
And I could almost see it when he said,

“Such a beautiful sight…” etc

Then I asked him what he remembered most
And he stopped and thought a while.
He said, “It’s the children’s faces everywhere,”
And he broke into a smile,
And I could almost see them when he said,

“Such a beautiful sight…” etc

Walk lightly, walk lightly,
Such a beautiful sight, walk lightly,
Such a beautiful sight,
It wouldn’t be right to let it go.
Walk lightly.”