On Tuesday 31 December 2002 11:33 pm, Jimmy D. Moore wrote: > What is this "firth" stuff, Rick? Did they not teach you to spell when > you were a youngster in the Alaska school system? Oh, I'm so sorry. I > forgot - you had to walk 10 miles each way to school, uphill both ways. > No time for much learnin when you finally did arrive at school. No > wonder Alaskans now go by air or dog sled everywhere they travel.
No, he is refering to this: Firth Of Fifth The path is clear Though no eyes can see The course laid down long before. And so with gods and men The sheep remain inside their pen, Though many times they've seen the way to leave. He rides majestic Past homes of men Who care not or gaze with joy, To see reflected there The trees, the sky, the lily fair, The scene of death is lying just below. The mountain cuts off the town from view, Like a cancer growth is removed by skill. Let it be revealed. A waterfall, his madrigal. An inland sea, his symphony. Undinal songs Urge the sailors on Till lured by the siren's cry. Now as the river dissolves in sea, So Neptune has claimed another soul. And so with gods and men The sheep remain inside their pen, Until the Shepherd leads his flock away. The sands of time were eroded by The river of constant change. Name the Band, and the Album, no fair using Google or any other search engine, either. Happy New Years, all! -- "In our family, there is no clear line between religion and fly fishing." Norman Maclean Rob Blomquist Kirkland, WA
