Midlake - The Fairest Way lyrics

The fairest way for any man to have his own Is forty years of undisturbed work And while the rest are buried under stone When do you want to go out for a run? Rolling towns of pastures green and mountainsides Reflected light off winding streams that run for miles I wanted to try my hand but I am old And now it's too late and you'll never get to go Finding the path to be taken Was forced by a desperate ruler Who gave mostly hardships and deforms With us himself generous and care They may be beside the mountain Who sheltered the sights unknown But who dares disturb those that rest nearby The mountain?