Basalt Towers

Verse 1

For many years I have wandered slow,

Through wooded paths I’ve come to know,

My cherished place beneath the sky,

Where cliffs stand guard and rivers sigh.

The winding trail, the forest air,

The quiet peace surrounding there,

Had long concealed beside the way,

A stony form in dark array.

Chorus

I passed it countless times before,

And never paused its shape to explore,

Assuming it was a house undone,

A relic weathered by the sun.

But basalt towers proudly rise,

Like ancient kings beneath the skies,

hundreds of millions of years they stood,

Before the trail, before the wood.

Verse 2

They watched the restless river's birth,

And saw the shaping of the Earth,

When fire roared through smoke-filled air,

And raging waters thundered there.

Yet now the place is calm and green,

The gentlest landscape I have seen,

Though deep below my footsteps lie

Ancient oceans long gone by.

Chorus

I passed it countless times before,

And never paused its shape to explore,

Assuming it was a house undone,

A relic weathered by the sun.

But basalt towers proudly rise,

Like ancient kings beneath the skies,

hundreds of millions of years they stood,

Before the trail, before the wood.

Verse 3

And as I walk those paths once more,

I feel what time was like before,

When waves once moved where forests stand,

And seas once covered all the land.

The cliffs, the river, stone, and tree

Still whisper ancient history,

And every step along the way

Walks through the shadows of yesterday.

Chorus

I passed it countless times before,

And never paused its shape to explore,

Assuming it was a house undone,

A relic weathered by the sun.

But basalt towers proudly rise,

Like ancient kings beneath the skies,

hundreds of millions of years they stood,

Before the trail, before the wood.