And when you showed me your Hermitage on God’s mountain

Ah God,

And when we went to see your strange friends

Down below in Woods Point and we drank sherry in the general store ,

And all those characters that looked like they just crawled out of the mines looking for gold

And then you drove in your old rust bucket sedan back up the mountain

And we visited Jim the fire watcher who had cancer and we laughed and drank whisky

And next morning it was so cold I thought I saw icebergs from your window

And there we sat in front of your holy altar and we prayed and you said Mass and gave me some holy bread

And later we huddled around the woodfire stove waiting for the kettle to boil

And I knew

O

I knew this was special and you had that look of past holy fools

And it was beautiful, and down the mountain we descended to our smoke filled town

And there was Joe, and Julie, and old crazy Bob

And I knew it doesn’t get any better than this.