A symbol on a map, our only guide
No sign, no trail, no parking lot around
We stopped the car and parked on the roadside
We searched on foot and here is what we found

A walking man, the only one in sight
He told us where to go and said, “Good luck!”
We entered woods by heading to our right
We bushwacked through the tangled scrub and muck

Behind the distant trees we saw the light
Ten stories from the shore the cliffs do rise
A view of Lake Champlain from that great height
Two falcons soared releasing their wild cries

This might become the place where I grow old
“X” marks the spot where lies the hidden gold