Mostly Autumn The Last Climb
Heavenly times, the world at your fingertips
Light purple dawn on a shadowless sky;
In a place where the heroes swing hammers and axes
An old man moves graciously for the last time.
On a great frozen waterfall, smashing and kicking
The old man is tired, an old man is tired.
Woman, I miss you, I'd like to come home
But there's nothing inside and I'm very alone.
This body won't take it, I know I won't make it.
But I'll hold on
Dream of me then
