[Al Acuff]

The crystal gay softness unbroken by sunlight,
And rainbows have died for the day.
A pine needle pillow of dreamed-upon memories,
Walked over winds blown away.

Time doesn't enter my singular solitude,
Mysteries of night thoughts come begging to me,
Where lonely well-meaning is only allowable,
Thoughts of my past bring my present to me.

I laugh at my lyrics while singing to nightbirds,
The words only mess up the tune.
And count all the stars 'til I run out of numbers,
And find that I'm sleeping too soon.

Night is for laughing or walking a quiet path,
Lying in clover on top of a hill.
I lay here dreaming of sailing on silver wings
Morning comes dancing and I'm dreaming still.

(Chorus #1)
And I'm off on a high country caravan, gone again,
Following the ones who went before;
Don't think that I'm going back again,
I couldn't stand the games of man,
I just won't play at all no more.

I sit in the sunrise and search for the morningstar,
Fighting the sun to be seen.
Standing in springtime and watching the trees working,
Changing the dead leaves to green.

Daylight it decorates all that it falls upon,
Everything 'round me it feels like my own.
Walking a straight path from here over yonder way.
Me feeling happy, for once all alone.

(Chorus#2)

And I'm off on a high country caravan,
Where I've been is all a sin I'd just as soon forget;
Can't see no reason to look behind,
I might find some of the kind I've seen before,
We've already met.

Out across the valley on through the creek bed.
My footprints are seen by the dove.
And he flies on by me and calls his love mate,
The smile fits my face like a glove.

Down in the gulleys the going get rougher now,
Turn loose my footsteps I go where they will.
If you pass this way you might possibly find me here,
Staring at God from the top of a hill.