Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Song of the Open Road

O, we rode up that mountain road
Two pilgrims to the shrine
Round shining rings in sunlit skies
Heard silent words, eyes open wide

Then climbed up birches toward heaven
We went out of our minds
The time behind, the dream sublime
The engine and the churchbell chime

Oooooo

The autumn swelled, the apples fell
Down rotting on the ground
Round the mountain where the water flowed
We heard the song of the open road
The song of the open road
The song of the open road

Oooooo


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