Eliot’s Footnote
Are we three or are we four, are we four or are we more?
Did we leave a man down below, should we count before we go?
On the summit, I see sunshine and frozen snow.
There’s a voice I can not place screaming on the radio.
When I set out long ago, I know I was alone.
Now there are men upon the line, I feel their weight all the time.
I see their breath, hot, in the cold air.
I catch their eyes they are locked, in a dead stare.
Who’s climbing with me?
Who’s climbing with me?
JAM G-C
Now I see that they are me, and I am he and he is she.
And I am him and he is she and she is me and we are free.
Yes, I am him and he is she and she is me and we are free.
Yes, I am him and he is she and she is me and we are free.
JAM G-Bm-C
