Return To Black Hill

Lay aside your wearying load Gathered in dark acreages, far from native land Close your eyes and suspire Hear the well-known voices of your brotherhood By the sight of the hilltops By the mighty maple trees In the shadow of the mountain chains We stand, our blades glare in the sky Not a twig has lost its charm Nor reveal its magic since I disappeared Standing here among these rocks, smell the versant meadows Truly, I'm home On my way I counted every day went by Coming nearer to the hills of my birth Moving faster as my heart calls to return Leading me to where I started before