Verse 1: Male

You packed the map in a flour sack

And tied your boots with sailcloth twine

The ridge was white, the pass was black

You said, “The far side will be fine”

Verse 2: Female

I kept the compass by my heart

Though every needle shook and spun

We left before the village carts

And walked until the day was done

Chorus: Duet

If the road climbs past the pines

If the river takes the trail

We will carry what we find

We will tell it when we’re home

Verse 3: Male

A broken bell beside the ford