Life beyond the rockies (a short life long lived)

The winds in the chimes, the whales on the water
The feast walks the woods on the turkey foul feather

And when the moon rises I lay on the pillow
and pray to the stars and the wondrous willow

The fog on the air sweeps the trees on the mountain
It whispers adventure, a quiet hello

I've seen all your cities, your trains, and your ghettos
I've found I quite like mother nature's sweet home
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The night is so cold that you have to go cover up
the ghost of your past, you never could cover up

Your Indian blanket seems still to be warm enough
The promise of sunrise seems still to me hope enough now 
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I covered with red the posts and the lintel
the loving lord with me in every trial

I trekked all the valley and sang through the meadow
I flew as a falcon, the wandering sire

Now I'll move to missoula and fly-fish the rivers
and live off the forest till age take my soul

I'll bring her some roses from natures old garden
The smile on her face is a face to call home...

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