Last Journey Lyrics

Pity those, of us who stay

Are you sure, you had to go

There you are but your hand is cold

This cold, clings to my hand

This is where, your journey began

Which ends in the cold north

Where you can wander without care

I hear your voice in the air

Your boots, are hard to fill

Might as well, not even try

Your voice is still in our ears

Very long, time even though

You are gone, we'll drink some good

Whiskey in your memory

Maybe we'll pour one for two

I hear your voice in the air