Up through the branches The stars shine above On the arroyos And mesas you loved And as the moon rises The black mountain mourns For the old friend He'll look on no more
Jacks-In-The-Pulpit Bones in the sky Long winding rivers That never ran dry And the secrets she gathered From the wild blowing sands Breathed in her heart And her hands
I sing to your spirit Where all my dreams dwell The vision, the freedom The life lived so well And I sing in your canyons And the echoes ring clear And I wish somehow You may still hear
