Back in Yonder's World

Standing like old Sentinels of some long and bygone war,

A Gateway of Cedar Trees from home leads afar,

They say the clock runs backward, Time's Banners they stand furled,

and Yesterday's Tomorrow back in Yonder's World

As I awoke one morning, in the ditch beside the way,

Drownded in Demonic Dreams and the Wine of Yesterday,

Thinking of my Wasted Life, did my Spirit go,

When a team of Horses I did spy, coming over the road

Where are you travelling Sir, I did inquire,

Where is your Wagon bound and are you for hire,

Your clothes are all ragged, you shoes they are worn,

Why do you gaze at me with Amusement and Scorn

I traveled through the swamps, my boy, and the Mountains, Rusty Red,

Up and across the Great High Plains my Journey it has led,

Turn yourself around my Boy, in the strength of your Youth

Set not upon the road that lies the Pathway of Truth

We met upon this rutted road in the Gray light of Day,

I'm travelling up and across the fields, you're going the wrong way

And Speaking to his horses and lifting of the reins,

He drove between the Twisted Trees, the jingling of a chain

To the summit of that grassy Hill, so swiftly did I go,

and gazed across the Ragged Brush to the road down below,

The Wagon and the Tired Old Man, nowhere could I see,

And I wondered if his Yonder's World was called ....Eternity

Standing like old Sentinels of some Long and Bygone War,

A Gateway of Cedar trees from home leads afar

They say the Clocks run Backwards, Time Banners stand furled

And Yesterday's Tomorrow, Back in Yonder's World

Yes , the Clocks they all run backwards

Time's Banners, they stand furled,

And a Man Might Live Forever,

Back in Yonder's World

Norman Blake