Cars, Trains and Buses, people thick as fleas As I looked on a town down below Everyone's in a hurry, to get the things they need I stood by a river and heard it rush by And wondered just where did it go Where did it start and where did it end This is something I would sure like to know I dreamed I stood on a busy city street Where life was like a needle in a big hay stack Like an Eagle my mind flew back to the river And I don't think I'm ever comming back My mind drifted off to a time long ago When I was mearly a lad And when I consider the things we know Defined as progress but it sure makes me sad Simpler times are what I seek As I make my way up the mountain Where the Bear and the Deer and I am still free And our youth doesn't come from a fountain Like the river rag'n within it's own banks I'm free to go my own way Each night before bed, I give the lord thanks I'm here on this mountain to stay August 06, 2004 - By:Gary Reynolds (AKA) dr_tigger |