I'VE BEEN WALKIN'
IN MY SLEEP
COUNTIN' TROUBLES
INSTEAD OF
COUNTIN' SHEEP
WHERE THE YEARS WENT
I CAN'T SAY
I JUST TURNED AROUND
AND THEY'RE GONE AWAY
AND I'VE BEEN SIFTIN'
THROUGH THE LAYERS
OF DUSTY BOOKS
AND FADED PAPERS
THEY TELL A STORY
I USED TO KNOW
AND IT WAS ONE
THAT HAPPENED
SO LONG AGO
AND IT'S GONE AWAY
YESTERDAY
NOW I FIND MYSELF
ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE
WHERE THE RIVERS
CHANGE DIRECTION
ACROSS THE
GREAT DIVIDE
NOW I HEARD
THE OWL A-CALLIN'
SOFTLY AS
THE NIGHT WAS FALLIN'
WITH A QUESTION
AND I REPLIED
BUT HE'S GONE
ACROSS THE BORDERLINE
AND HE'S GONE AWAY
YESTERDAY
AND NOW I FIND MYSELF
ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE
WHERE THE RIVERS
CHANGE DIRECTION
ACROSS THE
GREAT DIVIDE
THE FINEST HOUR
THAT I HAVE SEEN
IS THE ONE
THAT COMES BETWEEN
THE EDGE OF NIGHT
AND THE BREAK OF DAY
IT'S WHEN THE DARKNESS
ROLLS AWAY
AND IT'S GONE AWAY
YESTERDAY
NOW I FIND MYSELF
ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE
WHERE THE RIVERS
CHANGE DIRECTION
ACROSS THE
GREAT DIVIDE
AND IT'S GONE AWAY
YESTERDAY
NOW I FIND MYSELF
ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE
IT'S WHERE THE RIVERS
CHANGE DIRECTION
ACROSS THE
GREAT DIVIDE