Tucked in Alpine Meadows Songs slip on crick beds And sun glistens in Sounds of Stone Grasshoppers that Shall never fall silent As they seek destiny o
Tucked in Alpine Meadows
Songs slip on crick beds
And sun glistens in
Sounds of Stone Grasshoppers that
Shall never fall silent
As they seek destiny on
Our Alma
A range
We call home
keeping time by
rasping heaven’s
door.
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