far over the misty mountains cold
through valleys deep
on pavement old
we must away
ere break of day
to seek our long awaited goal
the trees were turning to golden wreaths
bright fiery orange
'round riders beneath
from glen to glade
in brilliant shades
'til winds rushed in and felled each leaf
and 'round the road they swept in swirls
curled brown with age
on every hill
we peddled through
the deadened hues
some rustlin' lively some piled still
passed cars of coal on rusty rail
passed deep black mines
we forged a trail
towns large and small
we passed them all
'neath gentle rains and clouds pale
still on we rode following our call
'til setting sun
cast shadows tall
we must away
ere break of day
to return home 'fore end of fall
until next time,
may God hold you in the hollow of His hand
josh & mark
the lifecycle team
