Whitney to the End Songtext
von Tim Cameron

Don′t go
You'll make no monument
Up the page unshaded on the app
I don′t care why you claim to want this
It's too wild, you'll die up there, come back

Old snow bedecks the battlements
High above the Alabama hills
Be safe, please, my frail companions
We′ll meet once more, mid-summer, if god wills

I didn′t hike the trail so I could give up
But someone has to think about our lives
Will I waste half of mine in asking, who made me captain?
We're lost, but we′re making good time
Back to Lone Pine
Back to Lone Pine


Flip to north California
The path uncleared, the hills a fearful frown
Here, dusk falls with a strange enchantment
Northbound ghosts float up as we sink down

Godspeed you, my pale companions!
When we descend from Whitney to the end
We'll rattle that eternal portal
With a song for our departed friends

I didn′t hike the trail so I could give up
Who'll break the chain of footprints? No, not I
But I′ll trade half my years to god to get me through this one
I'm lost, but I'm making good time
Back to Lone Pine
Back to Lone Pine
Back to Lone Pine
Back to Lone Pine