To The Land Called Far Away ...

And the journey started with a song,
a great ballad from yesterday.
The pilgrims plight,
is and endless flight,
to the land called Far-away.

On the journey he saw shades of night,
and he passed through skies of gray.
But, he stayed forthright,
as he searched for light,
and the land called Far-away.

On the journey he made countless friends,
and avoided countless enemies.
And he prayed each night,
that he'd earn the right,
to the land called Far-away.

Though, he longed for glory,
his body grew old and fray.
A soul long lost,
is the dreamers cost,
in the land called Far-away.

He lay down in a green meadow,
for he knew his time was nigh.
He relived each scene,
of his minds sweet dreams,
to the land of Far-away.

And though each breath was labored,
each heartbeat found the truth.
And he saw that life,
was both joy and strife,
in the land called Far-away.

And as the darkness took him,
his hopes were bright and gay.
For he'd be one,
with the setting sun,
and the land called Far-away.