Avalanche

It's been a long old slog camp to camp
We are a knackered pack of dogs, how we pant
Had we listened closely enough – avalanche!
It's been a long old slog to only crash

Through and through, through and through we two
Through and through, through and through we clamber
Through and through, through and through we two
Through and through, through and through we clamber

We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston
I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother?

Where is the ego lodged this far from camp?
Gazing into a bog so dark and dank
Had we laboured nearly enough on our plot of land?
Thickening paste of fog on our gallivant

Through and through, through and through we two
Through and through, through and through we clamber
Through and through, through and through we two
Through and through, through and through we clamber

We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston
I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother?

We never made it up the Old Man of Coniston
I could agonise over every wrong, but why bother?



Credits
Writer(s): Marianne Lena Parrish, Robert Joseph Pemberton
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