Old Road - Canada

There once was an old road that as children we’d pass

Of old sun-bleached bones and of brown withered grass

And old men with guitars who would sing as they would laugh

The birds in the meadows would all turn into kites

We’d sail through the morning until it was night

The wolves would be howling at the full moon’s first light

The trees had all learned to sing amen, amen

The mountains learned to shake and churn and finally ascend Where clouds would

send lightning to give us our end

The road is all overgrown with poppies and thorns

It no longer leads anywhre

It no longer leads hom

The moon no longer sets out

The moon no longer roams the old road

The old road, the old road

The old road, the old road

The old road, the old road

The old road, the old road

The old road, the old road

The old road, the old road