Even Goats May Have Starlight In Their

It Isn't The Mountain Ahead That Wears You Out; It's The Grain Of Sand In Your Shoe.

The Lonely Sunsets Flare Forlorn Down Valleys Dreadly Desolate; The Lonely Mountains Soar In Scorn As Still As Death, As Stern As Fate.

The Only Society I Like Is Rough And Tough, And The Tougher The Better. There's Where You Get Down To Bedrock And Meet Human People.

Some Praise The Lord For Light, The Living Spark; I Thank God For The Night The Healing Dark.

Even Goats May Have Starlight In Their Eyes.