Like a River

It's high on the mountain
The warm winds are blowing
Where the winds are blowing to
There ain't no way of knowing

Mountain grass is short
It's dry and close to burning
Crying out for water
As the seasons turn in

Sweet smell of the pine
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 canyons dark and wide
The sound of people talking
In words of blue and gray
The smells of doors and windows
Closed against the day

Sweet smell of the pine
Tall western cedar
Drifting on the wind
Through the mountains like a river

Now the dust flies thick and heavy where my feet are falling
There's nothing but the sound
Of the jaybirds calling
My mind grows dry and thirsty
Memories linger

Drifting on the wind
Through the mountains like a river
Sweet smell of the pine
Tall western cedar
Drifting on the wind
Through the mountains like a river

Sweet smell of the pine
Tall western cedar
Drifting on the wind
Through the mountains like a river
Sweet smell of the pine
Tall western cedar
Drifting on the wind
Through the mountains like a river