The Old Trail Home

Should we let the years just fade away? And leave no mark upon our

hearts Should we let the bond of yesterday. Drift like morning

mist apart? For the old trail home, my friend. For the

old trail home. We'll walk these hills until the end. On the old

trail home. We've climbed ridges, crossed the streams. Through seasons cold

and seasons fair. We've shared our burdens, shared our dreams. And

shouldered what we each could bear. For the old trail home, my friend.

For the old trail home. We'll walk these hills until the end.