The Bottom of It

Now that you've gotten to the autumn of Your years and you feel your best yet And you found a turkey feather and you hung it like an amulet So happy that you got to the bottom of The fears that were fettering you And you found a round stone and you're wearing it around like a jewel Doors creaking loud, swinging wide open And you found yourself, man, and that's something Now that you've wandered to the clearing in The woods where the wheats sway in the wind And you found a dead deer and you made it into moccasins Overjoyed that you've gotten to the flat spot In the field and you're starting to feel That it's hearkening to something heartening Doors creaking loud, swinging wide open And you found yourself, man, and that's something And the doors creaking loud, swinging wide open You found yourself, man, and that's something So happy that you got to the bottom of The fears that were fettering you And you found a round stone and you're wearing it around like a jewel