“I’ve been walking in my sleep
counting troubles, ‘stead of counting sheep
Where the years went, I can’t say
I just turned around and they’ve gone away
I’ve been sifting through the layers
of dusty books and faded papers
They tell a story I used to know
Gone that happened so long ago
Gone away — in yesterday
and I find myself on the mountainside
Where the rivers change direction
across the Great Divide
Well I heard the owl calling
softly as the night was falling
With a question, and I replied
but he’s gone across the borderline
The finest hour, that I have seen
is the one that comes between
The edge of night and the break of day
when the darkness rolls away.” – Singer-Songwriter Kate Wolf, from the lyrics to Across The Great Divide