Highland to sea, a year dawns

Summer storms, highland waterfalls flood
Down, earlier than thought, we rolled

In the brick bowl of Beautiful Horizon
A fourth friend there dragged on

From Black Gold to Stone City
Comrades host amidst mountain mist

Three again, down ashore we wash
Sun at day, fires at night, the sky burst

Onto the sand, days come and go
Companions afar, heart at a hold

The fourth joins again, at the sand
Sun, guitar, the lazy days bend

Two off to the River, but I
Heart- with the home- sick, lay by