Reminiscence of the Things Past

I was hiking up in the mountains
Not even hearing the peaks and meadows talking
I was riding through the night
Sojourning in my helpless plight

I was sleeping near the shepherd’s barn
Unable to stand straight under the immense stars
And the echo of your sigh
Makes another laugh say goodbye

That is the way the tenderness of thee
Shall forever kill any delightful spree!