Drifting On The Wind

it's high on a mountain the warm winds are blowing

and where the wind is 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

i've been too long away from this wild open sky

on the concrete trails that wind

through the valleys dark and wide

with the sounds of people talking words of blue and gray

and all those doors and windows closed against the day

the sweet smell of the pines 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

--kate wolf