Lyrics

ON THE HIGH RIDGE
© Tom Richardson All Rights Reserved

Here on the flat land, biding my time
Holding out for a glad hand trying to hold the line
She blew in like a mistral wind with something on her mind
And with a daring and sly grin she said,
“Seek and you will find.”

On the high ridge
In the cold thin air
It all comes clear
On the high ridge

To the east, the rock faces throw down a dare
No rules or kind graces, just a stony glare
Hell yes, I’ll take that bet, she said, “Take care”
Sure, I may stumble, yet
I will join you there

On the high ridge
You can see forever
No such thing as never
On the high ridge.