As I Walk Away

I have a place to go, high up on the plateau
Miles away but I’m sure
A mole digged a hole, going down so low
Are you falling from your toes?
Don’t you hold my hand as I walk away
I have a thing to show, high up on the plateau
The milky way is white as snow
Now you want more from a blind mole
Are you following this folklore?
Don’t you hold my hand as I walk away
And the rain falls down