Wishingbone - Winter People

Do not look for me in the summer heat

Do not look for me in the autumn leaves

Because I’ve long since passed this way before

And I’m long since down the trail

Do not look for me in your smoke-stacks, your salt-flats

Do not look for me in your dust-bowl cities

Because I’ve long since passed this way before

And I’m long since down the trail

I’m far out past the borderline

Amongst the animals and the rain

In the company of the dogs

And the shadow of the range

I’ve carved my name in to the boundary stones

Out where the wind blows cold

There’s nothing left now

Of my flesh and bone

Nothing but blue and gold