The Trip

Written by Kirk Hawley

Well I sure hope we see some water
It's been a long long way to go
And I'm worried about my daughter
She's been walking kind of slow

Well my name is AG Wilson
I'm a pioneer by trade
I'm a man the church depends on
Many's the path I've laid

I was in the Mormon Battalion
In the war with Mexico
Council Bluffs to San Diego
Thirty long years ago.

This life of constant travel
Will leach a man's best years away
This will be my last assignment
Here I am and here I'll stay.

And here's another obstacle to block my trail
A Jumping Off Place here at its end
These wagons won't be rolling down this cliff in one piece
I guess they'll have to come apart again

Met a black man over yonder
And he said he'd lend a hand
Said you're about to reach the crossing
Of the river they call the Grand.

That far shore's the Spanish Valley
And your sons are waiting there
Just drive on a few more miles
And smell the water in the air.