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