VERSE: Sun down on my face, blessed to see the light, of day. Give some thought unto the moment, aim your eyes to what, brings ice What soothes each gentle moment while you take the chance to thank what's right as rocks-under your feet, while you feel that mountain breeze. Drinking of the water, frozen cold just like the old way. Snow cap peaks look down and smile while you re-turn to valleys, below, below, you be on your way now, below, below, don't go getting lost. Kicking rocks and kicking trail, my boots will see the dirt. Giving back to no avail, like rivers in the black, mountains- Sun down on my face, blessed to see the light, of day. VERSE 2: Slow down, keep your pace there honeybee. The earth beneath, the feet that walk, the path of all of those who came before, won't be goin', anywhere, anytime soon. Kicking-rocks and kicking trail, my boots will see the dirt. Giving back to no avail, like rivers in the black mountain range. Sun down on my face, blessed to see the light, of day. The music comes, when the wind starts dancing, the mountains sing, and the grass starts prancing, like the horse, beneath your saddle baby, the mountains tending to you like a cradle. So go on. Drink up. The day, is on its way. No amount of tea, will prepare you to be, the witch this wicked old world will need, to save, the day. Kicking rocks and kicking trail, my boots will see the dirt. Giving-back to no avail, like rivers in the black mountain rain. Sun down on my face, blessed to see the light, of day.
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