There is a staring stair
That winds its way to me
If you but wanted it
Turn and look and see
There is a track less trod
It’s nowhere out at sea
If you but look within
The apple on your tree
It’s in the songs we sung
It’s old and it is free
For now we’re still quite young
It’s not better just to be
Just to leave
To leave it be
Believe you me
Just leave you be
I didn’t mean to hurt you
Nor mean to make you mad
I wanted to convert you
Not mean to make you sad
I didn’t mean to shirt you
Nor mean to make it bad
I wanted to divert you
Just to make you glad
This is a windy way
That I am climbing down
So narrow and so steep
It’s not heading me for Town
This is a winding way
That I am tripping down
So perilous I weep
It’s not heading me for Town
I’m not headed for Town
