The Last Climb - Mostly Autumn

Heavenly times, the world at your fingertips

Light purple dawn on a shadowless sky

In a place where the heroes swing hammers and axes

An old man moves graciously for the last time

On a great frozen waterfall, smashing and kicking

The old man is tired, an old man is tired

Woman, I miss you, I’d like to come home

But there’s nothing inside and I’m very alone

This body won’t take it, I know I won’t make it

But I’ll hold on

Dream of me then…