Walk to the hill, His cross is bare
Because our Saviour is not there
Walk to the tomb, 'tis empty now
Folded grave clothes left behind
Now it's time to find where He has gone
Walk on, walk on.

Walk in the garden
Keep searching for him, He is there
In all the beauty of the earth
Also in sorrow and new birth
With you and all those who care
Walk on, walk on, He is there.