Like a River - Kate Wolf

It’s high on a mountain, the warm winds are blowing

And where the winds are blowing to there ain’t no way of knowing

The mountain grass is short, it’s dry and close to burning

Crying out for water as the season’s turning

The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar

Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river

And I’ve been too long away from this wild open sky

On the concrete trails that wind through the canyons dark and wide

With the sounds of people talking in words of blue and gray

And smells of doors and windows closed against the day

The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar

Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river

Now the dust lies thick and heavy where my feet are falling

There’s nothing but the sound of the jaybirds calling

My mind grows dry and thirsty as the memories linger

Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river

The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar

Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river

The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar

Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river

The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar

Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river