On a long road
Miles to go
It’s winding and cold and it’s covered with snow
But I ask you what we all want to know
Where are we going from here?Lines on my face
Lines on my hands
Lead to a future I don’t understand
Some things don’t go as they’re planned
Where are we going from here?*Tracing the trails through the mirrors of time
Spinning in circles with riddles in rhyme
We lose our way trying to find, searching to find
Our way home…As the day dies
With tears in our eyes
There’s too few hellos and too many goodbyes
Silence answers our cries
Where are we going from here?We’re all on this road
With miles to go
Braving new pathways into the unknown
But who can you ask,
When no one really knows
Where we are going from here…~Blackmore’s Night, Ghost of a Rose
Richie Blackmore, from Deep Purple to Rainbow to Blackmore’s Night, what a transformation. Listen to the mesmerizing voice of Candice Night…
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VERY VERY COOL!
In answer to the question of where we are going, sometimes it’s better not to know.
The unplanned trip is often the most interesting.
Marvelous post. I love him, especially because of the german text in the video.
Where do we go? And will we find enough strength on our way? We all have a role in a drama.
Trust and faith will give us enough strength. ):
Where are we going from here…?
What a sad, sad statement. I feel so sad for the person who wrote that.
To be wandering through life without a map, sounding as if he’s plodding aimlessly, not knowing what comes next, spinning, searching…
Maybe I’m too insensitive to his feelings of being lost. Maybe I’m fooling myself into believing that I know where I’m going. But I DO know where I’m going, where my path is, what’s at the end of my road.
I travel daily along the path of my choosing – the daily encounter of dear friends, and family, and strangers-soon-to-become-friends – the human interchange. And when I’m alone I have the joy of remembering all the people I love and the wonderful companionship I’ve been blessed with through the years.
I know where I’m going – I’m going ahead – meeting whatever there is along the way with a feeling of satisfaction, whether it’s good or bad, knowing that each incident or experience is part of life and I’ve been given the privilege of making its acquaintance.
And I know what’s at the end of my road – the blessing of joining my wife, my departed parents and theirs in turn, and friends, in a greater world of companionship and love that I can imagine is greater even than in the present world.
I would hope that one who is enduring the hopelessness and distress of Blackmore’s lost soul can find some kind of comfort in imagining a light at the end of his tunnel.
Embrace the journey, not only where we are heading but where we have been and where we are at this precise moment – it’s all one…..
What a lovely piece of work! Reading the words alone in your blog left me feeling distant from the speaker. Seeing and hearing this touching passage made me feel a closeness to the spirit being expressed in this song. I’m awed by its effect on me.
Tennyson:
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.