The Ridge

It was mornings like these when the breeze whistled through the trees

The fog would hover and the grass would still be wet

I'd put on my rain boots and I'd get dressed

And head down to the barn beside the chicken coop

I'd follow her out of the front door

Down the path through the brushes and past the pond

My sister and I used to catch frogs there

Until the house sold and we had to move on

Now there's a Westbound wind

Blowing through the ridge again

Stay in or go outside and wait for it to die

But either way, it never ends

We'd then make our way past the dog pen

Through the fields to the stables where the horses lay

Shovel manure, clean their beds

And prepare the feed for the day

Our favourite horse was named Frosty

Till Sherri gave birth to a calf named Zareef

I swear I was there to witness

The birth and share in that incredible memory

Now there's a Westbound wind

Going through the ridge again

You can stay in or go outside, and wait for it to die

But either way, it never ends

She taught me how ride and used to sing me lullabies

She watched me take my first steps in the kitchen when I was a kid

Those were the early years where we were taught to have no fear

And everything seemed so clear

I'd follow her out the front door

Down the path through the brushes and past the pond

My sister and I used to catch frogs there

Until the house sold and we had to move on

Now there's a Westbound wind

Going through the ridge again

You can go in or stay outside, and wait for it to die

But either way, it never ends

It never ends

It never ends

It never ends