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When I first found the path to the mountain
I looked ahead and I saw my reflection
With the songs and the passing blue above
I'm an evening rambler down the way just searching
And singing a sweet song of peace and love
Just cause the blue sky is passing it doesn't mean that you have to go
Well I know the blue sky is crashing down
And the great sound of life is crooked now
I woke up one winter morning
and I heard the songs that anyone would hear
About the change just coming like you'd care
Then I heard the notes of my transformation
I looked up and you were standing there
I went down to sweet old Kentucky
That's where I heard the lonesome sound
The one that resembles blame
I opened my mind and I heard that realization
That we're all just the same