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Published on May 24, 2011
I wrote this at the end of my freshman year of college. It's a song of farewell, with an eye to the future. Most of my originals are not straight folk songs, but I stuck to the folk idiom for this one. It just felt like the right way to express this sentiment.
It's a straightforward arrangement with guitar/vocals and a harmonica solo and intro. Enjoy!
So we've come to this long journey's end Again I must travel to sea I'll not regret that I carry in my heart A love that was given here to me Of one so fair in her mind and her soul As to take the sweet life of me
Behind me lay the misdeeds of my youth Ahead lie the trials of the free My tongue it clings to the songs I have sung And wonders at what is yet to be And though my past is as broken shards of glass There lingers a foolish hope to me
To those who've suffered the brunt of these years Whose memories are poor yet slow to fade Forgive me your troubles forgive me your tears Remember the joy that was made And hold it dear it will ease all your fears Like a drug that anger was to me
And so as I step down the road heading West And you face the road leading right I lay down my scales and my hammer to rest And raise up my hand through the night To bid farewell to the people of this place And with a footstep, I beat upon the sand Yes I'm glory-bound for foreign lands