Before leaving my dear friend Brynn’s house near Hillsboro, West Virginia, I left her a mix CD with the seventh stanza of the song written on it. I can’t even begin to tell you the loveliness of my visit to West Virginia. It’s a beautiful place with beautiful people and I had a beautiful time.
The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar’s tramp, the
drunkard’s stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,
The escaped youth, the rich person’s carriage, the fop, the eloping couple,
The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the
town, the return back from the town,
They pass, I also pass, any thing passes, none can be interdicted,
None but are accepted, none but shall be dear to me.