Текст песни The Fairest Way - Midlake

The fairest way for any man to have his own
Is forty years of undisturbed work
And while the rest are buried under stone
When do you want to go out for a run?

Rolling towns of pastures green and mountainsides
Reflected light off winding streams that run for miles
I wanted to try my hand but I am old
And now it's too late and you'll never get to go

Finding the path to be taken
Was forced by a desperate ruler
Who gave mostly hardships and deforms
With us himself generous and care

They may be beside the mountain
Who sheltered the sights unknown
But who dares disturb those that rest nearby
The mountain?