Ha! perfect opportunity to re-post my transcription of a song:

Back in yonder's world

Standing like old sentinels of some long and bygone war,
a gateway of cedar trees from home leads afar.
They say the clocks run backward,
time's banners, they stand furled.
And yesterday's tomorrow,
Back in Yonder's world.

As I awoke one morning in a ditch beside the way,
Drowned in demonic dreams and the wine of yesterday.
Thinking on my wasted life did my spirit go,
when a team of horses I did spy comin' over the road.
"Where are you travelin' sir?" I did inquire.
"Where is your wagon bound, and are you for hire?"
"Your clothes are all ragged, your shoes they are worn.
Why do you gaze on me with amusement and scorn?"
"I've traveled through the swamps my boy, and the mountains rusty red.
Up and across the great high plains my journey it has led.
Turn yourself around my boy, in the strength of your youth.
Set not upon the road of lies, but the pathway of truth."
[Guitar solo]
"We meet upon this rutted road in the grey light of day.
I'm traveling up and across the fields, you're going the wrong way."
Then speaking to his horses and lifting up the reins,
He drove between the twisted trees with a jingling of the chains.
To the summit of that grassy hill so swiftly I did go,
and gazed across the raged brush to the dusty road below.
The wagon and the tired old man nowhere could I see,
and I wondered if his yonder's world was called "Eternity".

Standing like old sentinels of some long and bygone war,
a gateway of cedar trees from home leads afar.
They say the clocks run backward,
time's banners, they stand furled.
And yesterday's tomorrow,
Back in Yonder's world.

Yes, the clocks they all run backward,
Time's banners, they stand furled.
And a man might live forever,
back in Yonder's world.


/reposted from an old fark thread as other transcriptions don't seem to exist.