Across the Border

Dying Days


In the dying days we looked to you,
As the world about us fell.
In a rain of weapons of war.
That taught us the meaning of hell.
In the dying days we looked to you,
To point us to the way.
To a place of peace and light,
And a better day.

You said we’re going across the border,
Along the trail to the plain.
We’re leaving history behind,
And nothing will be the same.
We’re going across the border,
It’s goodbye to the past.
And with the last roll of the dice,
The future will arrive at last.

In the dying days we followed you,
From the ashes of our home.
Up the trail toward the mountains,
We let our children roam.
In the dying days we followed you,
Through precipice and snow.
As we made our way to the summit,
From shadow to the sun’s golden glow.

You said we’re going across the border,
Along the trail to the plain.
We’re leaving history behind,
And nothing will be the same.
We’re going across the border,
It’s goodbye to the past.
And with the last roll of the dice,
The future will arrive at last.

You stood there on the mountain,
And you pointed to the sky.
You said all things were possible,
As you watched the eagles fly.
You pointed down the valley,
Said we’ve come from there to here.
And as the curtain fell upon our past,
There’s nothing left to fear.

Because we’re going across the border,
Down the trail to the plain.
We’re leaving history behind,
And nothing will be the same.
We’re going across the border,
It’s goodbye to the past.
And with the last roll of the dice,
The future has arrived at last
.

(Jameson/Rowley)