I’ve got the mountains here around me
Like sentries about the sand
Guarding everything I can see
Across these lush desert lands
Not ever letting me forget you
Like stones stacked in the river bed
No matter what this all comes down to
The rocks live long after I’m dead
But it’s one thing to stand in the mountains
And look at the valley below
Another to live down there
Wandering tangled roads
But from where I’m standing now
I suspect what the mountain knows
About living down below the clouds
Where grace always shows
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