from Turning Point
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This is where the trail just disappears
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This is where their story ends
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No one knows where they went from here
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But I remember when they drank a toast
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A route that no one else had tried
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Chorus:
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Working up along the western ridge
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Where the watershed divides
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Way up there
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They found their
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Place in the sky
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Around the fire we told the tale
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Of how they'd cut it close before
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Wandered lost after the avalanche
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And stumbled back to camp at dawn
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But now it's much too long to hold the hope
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The glacier ice can echo deep
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I thought I felt a tug along the rope
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And it pulled me from my sleep
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Chorus
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The air is clear and the ice is blue
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You can see from down below
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That curling up over the eastern side
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Is a silent plume of snow
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Chorus
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Western Ridge
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David Wilcox |