Just Folks

The Call

          Joy stands on the hilltops,
            Beckoning to me,
          Urging me to journey
            Up where I can see
          Blue skies ever smiling,
            Cool green fields below,
          Hear the songs of children
            Still untouched by woe.

          Joy stands on the hilltops,
            Urging me to stay,
          Spite of toil and trouble,
            To life's rugged way,
          Holding out a promise
            Of a life serene
          When the steeps I've mastered
            Lying now between.

          Joy stands on the hilltops,
            Smiling down at me,
          Urging me to clamber
            Up where I can see
          Over toil and trouble
            Far beyond despair,
          And I answer smiling:
            Some day I'll be there.