B lessed are the o ne way ticket h olders
On a one way street
B lessed are the m idnight riders
For in the shadow of God they sl eep
B lessed are the h uddled hikers
S taring out at falling rain
W ondering at the r etribution
In their personal a cquaintance with p ain
B lessed are the b lood relations
O f the young ones who have died
W ho had not the t ime or patience
To carry on this earthly r ide
R ain will come and w inds will blo w
W ild deer die in the m ountain snow
B irds will beat at h eaven's wa ll
W hat comes to one must c ome to us a ll
F or you and I are o ne way ticket hol ders
On a one way street
W hich lies across a g olden valley
Where the waters of joy and hope run d eep
S o if you pass the p arents weeping
Of the young ones who have died
T ake them to your w armth and keeping
For b lessed are the tears they cried
A nd many were the y ears they t ried
T ake them to that valley w ide
A nd let their souls be pacifi ed