I knew this moment would face me, 
When I must take a horse and ride, 
Deep into the Pennine hills, 
And out of view of the other side. 
If you be with me come along, 
For every moment is crushing time. 
They pollute with any finger-tip,
You can barely see the old moon shine. 
And, I fear that there's many miles to go, 
‘Til we reach higher ground, 
For this place seems 
California bound 

You can work this land a life it seems, 
And feel it breathe through history, 
Then lose it all by Wednesday week, 
By order of the ministry. 
If you be with me come along, 
For many leave by mother light, 
To spend the night as trespassers 
On a land where they once held the rites. 
And, I fear that there's many miles to go,
'Til we reach higher ground. 
For this place seems 
California Bound. 

Give us all the eye of hawk, 
That we may see through prison walls 
Out to the craggy peaks of grey, 
Eaten through with water falls. 
If you be with me come along, 
For every moment is crushing time, 
They pollute with any finger-tip 
You can barely see the old moon shine, 
Oh! I fear that there's many miles to go 
'Til we reach higher ground, 
For this place seems 
California bound.