We were up on Hay Bluff at summer's end
In a battered van with friends
A place where sky is and treetops
Where the Milky Way passes uninterrupted

Some American parents brought up their sons
For a night camping with us wild ones
They put their tents up for them
Fed them, left them in our trust
Like us they were young

In the night the mountain decided
To show us what a mountain is
Wind ripped through
Rain, thunder, lightening crashes
In the clouds there with the lightening
Way beyond terror, abandonment to the elements

They tried to hold onto the tents
As they flew away over the edge
And we took them in with sleeping bags
They slept on our floor
We fed them, gave them a smoke

Next day their parents came early
Took them away
Before they left they all took photographs