The Bottom of It

Now that you've gotten to the autumn of
 Your years and you feel your best yet
 And you found a turkey feather and you hung it like an amulet
 So happy that you got to the bottom of
 The fears that were fettering you
 And you found a round stone and you're wearing it around like a jewel
 Doors creaking loud, swinging wide open
 And you found yourself, man, and that's something
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 Now that you've wandered to the clearing in
 The woods where the wheats sway in the wind
 And you found a dead deer and you made it into moccasins
 Overjoyed that you've gotten to the flat spot
 In the field and you're starting to feel
 That it's hearkening to something heartening
 Doors creaking loud, swinging wide open
 And you found yourself, man, and that's something
 And the doors creaking loud, swinging wide open
 You found yourself, man, and that's something
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 So happy that you got to the bottom of
 The fears that were fettering you
 And you found a round stone and you're wearing it around like a jewel