The Journey On

Across the southern hills We journey once again To travel thus has always been our way To winter in the south And summer in the north And so we traveled on another day For life lays out before us Like a sparrow in the dawn When winter snows approach we move on Little can we carry Little do we own We live but for the mother's gentle grace Often do we toil But often life is sweet And when we go we leave without a trace For life lays out before us As we head towards the warm To live we must find shelter from the storm Midway through the cross I heard her call my name And turned to see her rested by a tree No further could she walk No more could we delay But as i stopped these words i heard her say You must go on alone now You must walk with the free The western gate has opened now for me For life lays out before you As the raven beckons on My days are gone, now you must carry on Many years have passed And my time now grows short The journey beckons harder every year I know the day will come When i will be the one Who's left behind by those who i hold dear And life will lay before them And life will carry on When my days are done they will carry on When the western gate has opened She will call me to her breast And it's in my mother's arms i will rest