Lyrics I Know Where My Journey Will End - Rykarda Parasol

I Know Where My Journey Will End

Just beneath the mountain
Near creek and old mill
A town i’d like to live in
When i am finally still
I’m going there some day —
When all travel done
I’ll lay my suitcase down
And write my final song
I was not content with dreams
Of love, god, or ghosts
I was troubled to find their sense
In comfort or in hope
I’m certain to sadness and sleep
Tired of my peculiar tongue
And the brain from which it stems
I wonder if i have one?
I never sought a husband
Nor children or house of gold
Mine riches are found in reason
At this old trader’s post
So go now and set my ashes
To mill’s brook by and by
And do not sob for me my dears
For i cannot hear you cry!