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High Country Caravan
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-25High Country Caravan The crystal gaze softness, unbroken the sunlight And rainbows have died for the day. A pine needle pillow of dreamed upon memories, Walked over winds blown away. Time doesn’t enter my singular solitude, Mysteries of night thoughts come begging to me, Where lonely well meaning, is only allowable Thoughts of my past bring my present to me. I laugh at my lyrics, while singing with night birds, The words only mess up the tune. Count all the stars till I run out of numbers, Find that I’m sleeping too soon. Night is for laughing or walking a quiet path, Lying in clover on top of a hill, But I lay here dreaming of sailing on silver wings Morning comes dancing and I’m dreaming still. I’m off on a high country caravan, Gone again, Following the ones who went before. Don’t think that I’m going back again . . . I couldn’t stand the games of man I just won’t play at all no more. Sit in the sunrise and search for the morning star Fighting the sun to be seen. Standing in springtime And watching the trees working Changing the dead leaves to green. Daylight it decorates all that it falls upon Everything ’round me it feels like my own. Walking a straight path From here over yonder ways, Me feeling happy for once all alone. -26I ’m off on a high country caravan, Where I’ve been Is all a sin I’d just as soon forget. Can’t see no reason to look behind, I might find Some of the kind I’ve seen before, We’ve already met. Down cross the valley And on through the creek beds My footprints are seen by the dove. He flies on by me and calls to his love mate The smile fits my face like a glove. Out cross the gullies the going gets rougher now, I turn loose my footsteps, they go where they will. If you pass this way you might possibly find me there . . . . . . Staring at God from the top of a hill. Copyright © 1969 AmpcoMusic, Inc-(UMG)Universal Songwriter, Steven Fromholz (ASCAP) ...