Atop the crags and cliffs the air is thin
So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill
Meet me where the snowmelts flows
It is there, my dear, where we'll begin again
Skipping stones, braiding hair
Last years antlers mark the trailTake us back, Oh! take us back, Oh! take us: Take us back!
Take us back, Oh! take us back, Oh! take us: Take us back!When the higher hills have turned to blue
And the waves are lapping where the children grew
All that we have known will be an echo
Of days when love was true
Muted voices, just beyond
The silent surface of what has gone
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.
