That's when I saw him hauled away his own Singing songs about the west Laughing about the things we said
And all this time I'm humming songs about the great divide But never knowing falling
Go down through the hills Mighty wind won't take us down Suddenly calling, calling back again No to join our little town
And I've seen rivers shine And I've been taking back before
If I think someone's fight I could be wrong and unbelieving
That's enough to know now Keep your head down low now
Now it gets colder here at night But the stars will give us light As we huddle around the fire Thinking all that we're a choir Then we'll shine across the land Taking hopeless in our hands Where the mountains meet the forest On the road that lies before us
And all this time I'm humming songs about the great divide
If I think someone's fight I could be wrong and unbelieving
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