You are through the foothill ride
the darkest of the night
pits are there and boulders
you may stumble outright
can't see you I
scamper along
let me hold you light.
Dale is past, an age's now
my shack is in my ken
the trail up there
is known to me
rain, avalanche, in hail.
Lit the torch of faith
shall I
walk my way uphill
much of a man of you to come
farewell my friend, farewell…
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