Walk Softly

The old and the wise, 
the master of the land. 
He lives on a mountain under the sun,
and he works all the day that he can. 

He knew all the magic of that mountain, 
he breathed through soil that was sunk in his skin. 
He said you’ve got nothing to be afraid of,
this life dear child, is your friend.

He said go slowly, move slowly, walk softly. 
He said go slowly, move slowly, walk softly. 
He said go slowly, move slowly, walk softly. 
And then he sang that life is sad and beautiful. 

You’ve got to live off the land, 
or so he told me by the fireside. 
We drank on red wine of his making, 
tipped the glass to our lips with such care. 

How I learned from that man, 
you can speak with the side of a mountain.
She’ll tell you of the giving and the taking,
and she’ll show you all the fruit that she bears. 

He said go slowly, move slowly, walk softly. 
He said go slowly, move slowly, walk softly. 
He said go slowly, move slowly, walk softly.  
And then he sang that life is sad and beautiful. 

-A true story of time spent working on an organic farm in Italy,
time spent side-by-side with the founder of the farm, Guisseppe. 
A most wonderful human.

Written by Holly.