The Ridge

It was mornings like these when the breeze whistled through the trees
 The fog would hover and the grass would still be wet
 I'd put on my rain boots and I'd get dressed
 And head down to the barn beside the chicken coop
 I'd follow her out of the front door
 Down the path through the brushes and past the pond
 My sister and I used to catch frogs there
 Until the house sold and we had to move on
 Now there's a west bound wind
 Blowing through the ridge again
 Stay in or go outside and wait for it to die
 But either way it never ends
 We'd then make our way past the dog pen
 Through the fields to the stables where the horses lay
 Shovel manure, clean their beds
 And prepare the feed for the day
 A favourite horse was named Frosty
 Till Sherri gave birth to a calf named Zareef
 I swear I was there to witness the
 Birth and share in that incredible memory
 Now there's a westbound wind
 Going through the ridge again
 You can stay in or go outside, and wait for it to die
 But either way it never ends
 She taught me how ride and used to sing me lullabies
 She watched me take my first steps in the kitchen when I was a kid
 Those were the early years where we were taught to have no fear
 And everything seemed so clear
 I'd follow her out the front door
 Down the path through the brushes and past the pond
 My sister and I used to catch frogs there
 Until the house sold and we had to move on
 Now there's a westbound wind
 Going through the ridge again
 You can go in or stay outside, and wait for it to die
 But either way it never ends
 It never ends
 It never ends
 It never ends