Long ago when he was young
fair and free the songs he sung
the lad inside who wandered far
under sun and under star
On a mountain he made his home
sword and shield no more to roam
his hair turned gray, his body weak
his inner fire turned cold and bleak
Years would pass and grey turned white
content decayed into contrite
seasons changed year after year
and on this height, he found his cheer
As he waited for the coals to die
he gazed above, the nighttime sky
amid the moon, amid the stars
something squirmed inside his heart
Time and space seemed to cease
his body rested his soul at peace
a summer whim, a choice was made
on the mountain he would not fade
Oh little green feet, let us go once more
down the mountain and along the shore
an old world beckons you and you must go
the one you knew so long ago.
