There once was a path at Idlewild
That existed in my heart
But ran through the air
Creating a trail of bliss.
This path was a magnificent path
And had sweet feelings.
There were blossoms along its banks
And the soil felt good.

What could be a sweeter heaven
For my soul when tossed and bruised
To be refreshed by its coolness.
But now that path at Idlewild
Has been destroyed by weeds and neglect.