Epilogue: Ode to Allemannsretten
Twelve months a lonesome wanderer
Through the sleet and snow
Trying to get a feel for
The experience and the know
That emptiness, which fills the void
Of summers long ago
Listening to the river run
Like some rebel riot rogue
Clinging to the past, it’s gone
The plain’s wide open for to go
Take up these wandering boots
Let the snow fall as it may
Pitch my faltering strength to ground
Where the trail has left the road
With our sullen frail attempts
Not to heal but pierce the wound
Shed that coat around my fire
Let your defence, meet its doom
Rove out, roam free long to the West
Come back and see me sometime
Live our days not for the best
But for the moments, anyhow
Home is everywhere ‘round here
Not for no-one, do you bow
Where’er I lay my hat’s my home
Hat’s off to the right to roam
Fence up these here lands?
You’ll walk where you are told
Lest you trespass, will you not?
The tale might still grow old
Yield the short-term gains for
Something farther down the line
Where gold is taken for metal
Together we chartered a clear path
Out of the dark woods, unlike Bretton
I hereby pledge this, to Allemannsretten