(BMI) Like A River Words & Music by Kate Wolf Its high on a mountain the warm winds are blowing And where the winds are blowing to, there aint no way of knowing The mountain grass is short, its dry and close to burning Crying out for water as the seasons turning The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar Drifting on the wind through the mountains Like a River Ive 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 grey Smells of doors and windows closed against the day Chorus Now the dust lies thick and heavy where my feet are falling Theres 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 Chorus 1980 Another Sundown Publishing Co
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