One Way Ticket - Ron Pope

Blue Ridge Mountains, late September

Watch the clouds come and kiss the ground

Like an angel, I’m delivered

I was lost but now I’m found

Bless the waters, bless the forest

Bless the springtime, so long ago

Bless the daughters, of all the fathers

Bless the way we all grow old

When the clouds come, take the mountains

It’s 'cause there’s nowhere else to go

When the rains pours like a fountain

Feels like I’m up against the ropes

And if my life’s a one-way ticket

Then I know which way I’ll go

Well, I was walking, with my father

Just beneath the harvest moon

And he said, «My son, you must live quickly

'Cause your time is coming soon»

When the clouds come, take the mountains

It’s 'cause there’s nowhere else to go

And when the rains pours, like a fountain

It feels like I’m up against the ropes

And if my life’s a one-way ticket

Then I know which way I’ll go