Western Ridge
Composer(s): L.J. Booth - David Wilcox
Performer(s): David Wilcox



This is where the trail just disappears
This is where their story ends
No one knows where they went from here
But I remember when they drank a toast
A route that no one else had tried

Working up along the western ridge
Where the water shed divides
Way out there
They found their place in the sky

Around the fire we told the tale
Of how they cut it close before
Under logs left after the avalanche
They stumbled back to camp at dawn

Now it's much too long to hold the hope
The glacier ice can echo deep
Thought I felt a tug along the rope
And it pulled me from my sleep

Working up along the western ridge
Where the water shed divides
Way out there
They found their place in the sky
Way out there
They found their place in the sky

The air is clear and the ice is blue
You can see from down below
That curling up over the eastern side
Is a silent plume of snow

Working up along the western ridge
Where the water shed divides
Way out there
They found their place in the sky