Ive heard tales from the outback and the songs of city folk
Ive camped among the Murreys shared their wine (Wisdom) and cracked some Jokes
Rubbed shoulders with the millionaires, met men down on their luck
And those, the world calls misfits, the so-called slime and muck
Ive gazed upon the Light of Man in all his different hues
And find, I have no right to judge and nor my friend do you
For we are all one mountain that travels on through time
And may the highest pinnacle be the goal to which men climb
May that mighty pyramid with its missing crowning stone
Be the pattern for the life of man, Let no one take that throne
May it always be rejected by the builders of each age
And so become the cornerstone to a new and glorious stage
For the moving fingers writing on the universal page
And we are but the story that grows from age to age
And the chapter of man, must soon come to an end
As the glorious story of our Son begins .By S-word
Ive camped among the Murreys shared their wine (Wisdom) and cracked some Jokes
Rubbed shoulders with the millionaires, met men down on their luck
And those, the world calls misfits, the so-called slime and muck
Ive gazed upon the Light of Man in all his different hues
And find, I have no right to judge and nor my friend do you
For we are all one mountain that travels on through time
And may the highest pinnacle be the goal to which men climb
May that mighty pyramid with its missing crowning stone
Be the pattern for the life of man, Let no one take that throne
May it always be rejected by the builders of each age
And so become the cornerstone to a new and glorious stage
For the moving fingers writing on the universal page
And we are but the story that grows from age to age
And the chapter of man, must soon come to an end
As the glorious story of our Son begins .By S-word