Once There Was A Path

Once there was a path and a girl with chestnut hair,
and you passed the summer picking all the berries that grew there.
There were times she was a woman, there were times she was a child,
and you held her in the shadows where all the raspberries grow wild.
And you climbed the twilight mountains and you sang about the view,
and everywhere you went love went along with you.
That's a hard one to remember. It makes you clench your fist
until the veins stand out like highways all along your wrist.
And, yes, it's come to this, it's come to this.
And wasn't it a long way down?
And wasn't it a strange way down?

--Leonard Cohen (from "Dress Rehearsal Rag")