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Click hereHow many times we've ridden
down this dusty mountain road
and shared a silence born of minds alike.
Our memories inseparable
of years all limned in gold
and trials that we weathered much from spite.
But we won against the odds
and the easy part is now
No more babies born of pain
No more twisting that old plow.
Our children have moved onward
with strong families of their own;
a legacy of pride that we have made.
This mountain farm's a showplace
for its yield known far and wide;
the mortgage seven years ago was paid.
But we won against the odds
and the easy part is now
No more babies born of pain
No more twisting that old plow.
Now to tell you that I'm leaving
Starting up a brand new life
to me this is the cruelest blow of all.
Well I've met a blue eyed lover
who wants me to be his wife
he's in my heart and broken down the wall.
Once again, my love, we travel
down this dusty mountain road
gazing sadly o'er this lovely mountain sprawl
I will leave you in the foothills
I will carry my own load,
and I pray you will not see me if I fall.
traveled this path...nice home in the mountains...everything perfect..and when all is complete...and have this saying ..is this all there is....and damn..the rug gets pulled and the picture change...great pen..brings back lots of memories...blue