OVER THE HILL TO A DIFFERENT WORLD
From yesterday is where I come from, my life is with a wife and child,
Seeking a new life and possibly a different place of settling down.
We are pioneers of the early nineteenth century traveling across
The hot desert where there is much hardship, sickness, and hunger,
There’s a chance I must take as my son is very sick with fever this day.
I say goodbye to all in our wagon train for now as I say perhaps there
Over the hill, I will find help, faith walks with me as I begin my quest,
Over the hill to a different world as I pass over the top of the ridge.
Am I dreaming as these impossible things appear before my tired eyes,
The wagon train is gone, vanished into the air, this can not be.
I see traveling machines, music, and that which can not possibly exist
People so different, I’m looked at so strangely as I tell of my plight.
My son is sick I say, he’s over that hill, a kind woman she was,
A bottle, something inside, these will make him better I’m told.
I must go now, I run for the hill, I climb as this world is not mine,
At the top I now see again my world and wagon train, I look back,
The world I walked into is now gone, only desert I left behind, my son does not die.