I was walking alone through the lofty San Juans. With a heart full of light and a head full of songs. I was thinking of time and how much it will cost.
The light is long the sun is low. I'm riding fast across this dusty road. But I don't want to be, no I don't want to be. . Above the ridge an eagle flies.
Dawn like an angel, lights on the step. Muting the morning she heralds. Dew on the grass, like the tears the night wept. Gone long before, the day wears old.
I was born by a river. Rolling past a town. Given no direction. Just told to keep my head down.. As I took my position. A man fired a gun. I was so steeped in tradition.
It's Maine.... And it's Autumn. The birches have just begun turning. It's life and it's dying. The lobstermen's boats come returning. With the catch of the day in their holds.
The story is told of the power of gold. And its lure on the unsuspecting. It glitters and shines, it badgers and blinds. And constantly needs protecting.
So many try to capture love. And so many never do. So many hearts are lost. With never a clue.. . So many nights are passed. in sorrow. So many days go by.
She was lost. And I thought I was found. Even so I tried. To bring her in.... . She was young. And I had just begun. To learn that even. Losing men can win..
Grand slam. Your moment's at hand. The day holds a costly bargain. Lost lamb. Asking the lion's share. Homespun. A prodigal son. Comes begging a humble pardon.
Living in a house of cards. Praying the wind doesn't blow too hard. Giving in to differences. Straining to keep up appearances. Making believe the thread can be saved.
I saw you running. Ahead of the crowd. I chased but never thought. I'd catch you.. You said you loved me. But you had to be free. And I let you.. Why did I let you?.
The higher you climb,. The more that you see.. The more that you see,. The less that you know.. The less that you know,. The more that you yearn.. The more that you yearn,.
Capture the moment. Carry the day. Stay with the chase. As long as you may. . Follow the dreamer. The fool and the sage. Back to the days. Of the innocent age.
She says no. When she means yes. And what she wants. You know that I can't guess. When we want more. You know we ask for less. Such is the language of love.
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In the Spring of Forty-seven,. So the story, it is told,. Old John Sutter went to the mill site. Found a piece of shining gold.. . Well, he took it to the city.
Every time we speak. Our words betray intentions. Insincere inventions. That never quite reach the heart. So we turn the other cheek. And gather our defenses.
Stood out in the rain. Let it soak me down. Before I called you... I called you.. Didn't see me there. Hidden by the rain. Beneath your window... But I saw you..
Broken clouds along the blue horizon. The sun is setting and the wind is dying down. Outward bound, there is music all around. Can you hear it, it's the song of the sea.
Here is a poem. That my lady sent down. Some morning while. I was away.. Wrote on the back of. A leaf that she found. Somewhere around Monterey.. . And here is the key.