lead me not by the way side mama
lead me to the meadows with grass stretching high as gravity permits
lead me not to my heritage where i am reminded of antiquated desires now laid to dust
lead me to the attic of your existence where all the secrets lie
lead me not to the desert for i know the terrain well
lead me to the rolling hills, where my youth finds freedom
for one day all this will be gone and i to another memory
and we will reverse the order and i will lead you on.