ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE
Kate Wolf


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I'VE BEEN WALKING IN MY SLEEP
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COUNTING TROUBLES, 'STEAD OF COUNTING SHEEP
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WHERE THE YEARS WENT, I CAN'T SAY
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I JUST TURNED AROUND AND THEY'VE GONE AWAY
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GONE AWAY, IN YESTERDAY, AND I FIND MYSELF ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE
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WHERE THE RIVERS CHANGE DIRECTION, ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE.


I'VE BEEN SIFTING THROUGH THE LAYERS OF DUSTY BOOKS AND FADED PAPERS
THEY TELL A STORY I USED TO KNOW; ONE THAT HAPPENED SO LONG AGO.
GONE AWAY, IN YESTERDAY, AND I FIND MYSELF ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE
WHERE THE RIVERS CHANGE DIRECTION, ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE.

WELL, I HEARD THE OWL CALLING SOFTLY AS THE NIGHT WAS FALLING
WITH A QUESTION, AND I REPLIED, BUT HE'S GONE, ACROSS THE BORDERLINE.
GONE AWAY, IN YESTERDAY, AND 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 WHEN THE DARKNESS ROLLS AWAY.
GONE AWAY, IN YESTERDAY, AND I FIND MYSELF ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE
WHERE THE RIVERS CHANGE DIRECTION, ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE.