The Old Trail

(Charles John Quarto, Steve Gillette)

There's a new ridge road
That cuts the mountain to the bone
Slices through the woods
Like there ain't nobody home
You can wheel on up the valley view
You'll never feel the climb
Oh, but I'll take the old trail every time

The old trail
Just mosies right along
Moves at the speed of
A sweet love song
And the wind through the trees
Carries her own wind chimes
Yeah, I'll take the old trail every time

Lately it seems things vanish by degrees
How soon we forget
We made our tree houses out of trees
When we going to realize
Some reasons just don't rhyme
Yeah, I take the old trail every time

The old trail
Now may she never fade
The one where the deer
Always have the right of way
How I love to watch the wintergreen
Along the timber lines
Yea, I'll take the old trail every time

People in cars
Let the radios do the talking
But I always find
That I'm singing when I'm walking

The old trail
Just moses right along
Moves at the speed of
A sweet love song
And the wind
Through the trees
Carries her own wind chimes
Yeah, I'll take the old trail every time

I take the old trail every time...