When you’re out walking out all alone
You might start thinking about your home
Well look up, brother, before you fall
There’s a world that’s calling and it’s calling us all.
You don’t know what that valley might hold
Better go have a look, son, before you get too old.
Now I’m no stranger to the pleasures of the hearth
And I know what it means to be with my wife
And have all around me the ones that I love
A floor below me and a roof above.
Hang on to that, son, don’t ever let it go
But a trail through the forest might just save your soul.
A trail through the forest brings you all kind of things
Creatures with paws and others with wings
Caves with spiders and crawdads and bats
And sunny hillsides that are great for naps.
You don’t know what that river might hold
Better go have a look, son, before you get too old.
When you’re done walking at the end of the day
You gotta find a place where your head can lay
One with people and a fiddle and a fire
Will keep you warm into the chill night hours.
Hang on to that son, don’t ever let it go
But a trail through the forest might just save your soul.
credits
from Where the Lone Pine Stands,
released November 5, 2015
lyrics & tune: d. schramm
guitar & vocals: d. schramm
banjo: r. wittke
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023