Текст Bruce Cockburn – 40 Years In The Wilderness

Forty years in the wilderness getting to know the beasts
Projected and reflected on the greatest and the least
Forty years of days and nights — angels hovering near
Kept me moving forward though the way was far from clean

And they said
Take up your load
Run south to the road
Turn to the setting sun
Sun going down
Got to cover some ground
Before everything comes undone

Take up your load
Run south to the road
Turn to the setting sun
Sun going down
Got to cover some ground
Before everything comes undone
Comes undone

Forty years in the wilderness dancing with the flies
Dazzled by the visions rolling out before my eyes
Angel-made graffiti, demons in disguise
You could trade away your birthright for another day’s supplies

Or you could
Take up your load
Run south to the road
Turn to the setting sun
Sun going down
Got to cover some ground
Before everything comes undone

Take up your load

Rising with the height of land, falling with the crowd
Spirits in the scouring wind called my name out loud
Said you could go to heaven, you could go to hell
You could hang out in between in the place you know so well

Or you could
Take up your load
Run south to the road
Turn to the setting sun
Sun going down
Got to cover some ground
Before everything comes undone

Take up your load
Run south to the road
Turn to the setting sun
Sun going down
Got to cover some ground
Before everything comes undone
Comes undone