Kate Wolf - Like a River - Live in Austin, Tx lyrics
Artist: Kate Wolf
album: An Evening In Austin
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
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
Other albums by the artist
The Wind Blows Wild
1988 · album
Poet's Heart
1985 · album
Close to You
1981 · album
Safe at Anchor
1979 · album
Lines on the Paper
1977 · album
Back Roads
1976 · album
Live in Mendocino
2018 · album
Carry It On
2014 · album
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