01-01-2011, 12:00 AM
Words by
Keith Reid
I sat me down to write a
simple story
which maybe in the end
became a song
In trying to find the
words which might begin it
I found these were the
thoughts I brought along
At first I took my weight
to be an anchor
and gathered up my fears
to guide me round
but then I clearly saw my
own delusion
and found my struggles
further bogged me down
In starting out I thought
to go exploring
and set my foot upon the
nearest road
In vain I looked to find
the promised turning
but only saw how far I was
from home
In searching I forsook the
paths of learning
and sought instead to find
some pirate's gold
In fighting I did hurt
those dearest to me
and still no hidden truths
could I unfold
I sat me down to write a
simple story
which maybe in the end
became a song
The words have all been
writ by one before me
We're taking turns in
trying to pass them on
Oh, we're taking turns in
trying to pass them on
Keith Reid
I sat me down to write a
simple story
which maybe in the end
became a song
In trying to find the
words which might begin it
I found these were the
thoughts I brought along
At first I took my weight
to be an anchor
and gathered up my fears
to guide me round
but then I clearly saw my
own delusion
and found my struggles
further bogged me down
In starting out I thought
to go exploring
and set my foot upon the
nearest road
In vain I looked to find
the promised turning
but only saw how far I was
from home
In searching I forsook the
paths of learning
and sought instead to find
some pirate's gold
In fighting I did hurt
those dearest to me
and still no hidden truths
could I unfold
I sat me down to write a
simple story
which maybe in the end
became a song
The words have all been
writ by one before me
We're taking turns in
trying to pass them on
Oh, we're taking turns in
trying to pass them on

