I've been walkin' in my sleep
Countin' troubles 'stead of countin' sheep.
Where the years went I can't say;
I just turned around and they've gone away.
I've been siftin' through the layers
Of dusty books and faded papers.
They tell a story I used to know
And it was one that happened so long ago.
It's gone away in yesterday,
Now I find myself on the mountainside
Where the rivers change direction
Across the Great Divide.
Now, I heard the owl callin'
Softly as the night was fallin',
With a question, and I replied,
But he's gone across the borderline.
He's gone away in yesterday,
Now I find myself on the mountainside
Where the rivers change direction
Across the Great Divide.
The finest hour that I have seen
Is the one that comes between
The edge of night and the break of day.
It's when the darkness rolls away.
It's gone away in yesterday,
Now I find myself on the mountainside
Where the rivers change direction
Across the Great Divide.
It's gone away in yesterday,
Now I find myself on the mountainside
Where the rivers change direction.
Across the Great Divide,
Where the rivers change direction
Across the great divide.