By Kate Wolf 1980
I’ve been walking in my sleep
Counting troubles, ‘stead of counting sheep.
Where the years went, I can’t say;
I just turned around and they’ve gone away.
Gone away-in yesterday,
And I find myself on the mountainside,
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.
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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.
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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.
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