Going to Lebanon 2 - The Mountain Goats

We came down to the shore

Always some desperate people there

Anywhere people congregate for pleasure

They’ll go hunting for treasure

Come one, come all, fortune-seeking brothers

Pick up the faint, faint scent

Of the faith of our fathers

Their names were known once to me

I hear them sometimes on the Song of the Sea

Take note of what will be gone

In the blink of an eye

The blue, blue water

The bone-white sky

You can set your watch by these guys

We will be high on the highway

Before they’ve even opened their eyes

Picture them scouring the sanctuary

Looking for gold

It never gets old

But there is no gold and there is no silver

And the South takes what the North delivers

Reverse the circuit sometimes

Every couple seasons

Remember our grandfathers

Whenever we need a reason

Take note of what will be gone

In the blink of an eye

The blue, blue water

The bone-white sky

Yeah