All the years you looked down the road and watched the steps that I strode
You could see much farther than me upcoming joys and tragedy
on your back a heavy sack of the provisions that would bring us back
but to carry me, you dropped the bag with the key
Now with a stranger I walk and occasionally talk
the leaves are brown and the sun is going down
wandering in dim starlight I have no sight
so sore and stiff in the dark I see no cliff
If I should stumble and fall I will recall
how you lifted a spirit of lead, brushed off thunder of things said
blew away clouds of a rainy day handed me a pleasure bouquet
lifting the corners of my mouth from north to the south