The Songs We Would Sing In the Mountains

Come now and change like we’ve seen in the seasons

The white frosted mornings and cool summer evenings

To choose where you stand when the curtain comes down

With your heart in your hand, when you can’t make a sound

When the brief minutes left make the simple profound

And around—all around are the halcyon days

Now castles of air, dreams adrift, cast away

And somewhere the mist rises slow off the river

And somewhere the horn of a train cuts the silence

And somewhere the snow gives way once more to grass

And somewhere a tree in a matter of moments

Sheds leaves of all colors with one heavy sigh

Somewhere the sounds of the bells reach your ear

Somewhere that happens, but somewhere’s not here

And someday they’ll ask: where were you?

Those few golden moments when clouds broke and sun shone through

And you’ll say: I was there

I was part of the show

But the curtain came down, and the lights grew low

The die was then cast and the straws were then drawn

There was one way to move, and that way’s moving on

And one day you might strain just to hear that show’s song

The music gets softer, but the band will play on

Yes, though the music may dim, the band will play on

Though the music may dim, it’ll never be gone.