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.