歌词
A weathered sandstone
Marks the trailhead
Too burdensome by far
To be borne alone
It was set by many hands
Many years ago
This centuried inheritance
Mystery's whispers on the wind
Any wisdom worth its eminence
Will turn to dust at the brazen word
I guard time for the thread emerald
Against these brazen acquisitive times
All around me the perennial
Trappings of anxious minds
I keep time with the pulse emerald
Amidst these towering pines
As I walk I dream lyrical
I see and I see just beyond
I guard time for the thread emerald
Against these brazen acquisitive times
I keep time with the pulse emerald
Amidst these towering pines
All along now on my journey
Introspective mist-wise turnings
Not from anger or of sorrow
But in wonder at the sandstone
And I wonder at
The planters of these towering hemlock
And I wonder at
Who placed this stone
And I wonder at
Gifts bestowed upon a century later
And I wonder at
What many forms my gratitude might take
A weathered sandstone
Marks the trailhead
Too burdensome by far
To be borne alone
It was set by many hands
Many years ago
As the path bursts from the trees
Into a vast sweeping valley beneath
On this day the welkin sings
Its words clouded, fresh in the wind
Experienced rather than heard
And understood all the more deeply