'There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation,'
So they said, and I believed it -- broke my land and sowed my crop --
So they said, and I believed it -- broke my land and sowed my crop --
Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border station
Tucked away below the foothills where the trails run out and stop:
Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes
On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated -- so:
'Something hidden. -- Go and find it. -- Go and look behind the Ranges --
'Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!'
So I went...
