This is where the trail just disappears
This is where their story ends
No one knows where they went from here
But I remember when they drank a toast
To the route that no one else had tried
Working up along the western ridge
Where the watershed divides
Way up there, they found their
Place in the sky
Around the fire, we told the tales
Of how they'd cut it close before
And wandered lost after the avalanche
But stumbled back to camp at dawn
But now it's much too long to hold the hope
The glacier ice can echo deep
I thought, I felt a tug along the rope
And it pulled me from my sleep
Working up along the western ridge
Where the watershed divides
Way up there, they found their
Place in the sky
The air is clear and the ice is blue
You can see from down below
That curling up over the eastern side
Is a silent plume of snow
Working up along the western ridge
Where the watershed divides
Way up there, they found their
Place in the sky
Way up there, they found their
Place in the sky

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