Beat The Path Down

 

It’s hard to believe that your work here is done,
since the day just began.
Did you think there was time left to waste in the sun?
Were you in on the plan?

I stood in the stream where we all cast a line.
Spooned in my measures of reason and rhyme.
Threw in the ashes of innocent times
and I stirred….

Go on ahead; beat the path down
‘Cause my feet are tired, and my boots are torn.
Go on ahead; don’t you think about me.
I’ll find my way through the path that you’ve worn.

It’s so tough to believe in the things that I see
when they won’t take their cues.
I watch all my skies of significant shades
turn oblivious blues.

Down at the place where we turned over rocks,
Spied on the herons and red-shouldered hawks,
Waved as simplicity left with the flocks
in the fall…

Go on ahead; beat the path down
‘Cause my feet are tired, and my boots are torn.
Go on ahead; don’t you think about me.
I’ll find my way through the path that you’ve worn.

(So sun lay low and winds may blow
and fears slow my stride
I’ll courage forth, ‘cause I know True North
and I couldn’t get lost if I tried.)

You went on ahead, beat the path down
‘cause my feet are tired, and my boots are torn.
Go on ahead; don’t you think about me.
I’ll find my way through the path that you’ve worn.

~Kathy Evans is a St. Catharines, Ontario, musician, who wrote this song
in memory of her brother Mike, who was killed in a workplace incident
in Toronto on September 11, 2000, at the age of 37.

 

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