| lyric | 1. I tho't number one would srely be me,
I tho’t I could make it all alone;
I tho’t I could be what I wanted to be;
But I can’t even walk wihtout You holing my hand.
I can’t even walk without You holding my hand,
The mountain’s too high and the valley’s too wide;
Down on my knees I learn to stand,
But I can’t even walk without You holding my hand.
2. I tho’t I had done a lot en my own,
I tho’t I could make it all alone;
I tho’t of myself as mighty big man,
But I can’t even walk wihtout You holing my hand. |