Kate Wolf
Her "words fell like rain on the dry desert plain--precious and too quickly gone".
These Times We’re Living InWords and Music by Kate Wolf
Down by the river the water’s runnin’ low
as I wander underneath the trees
In the park outside of town
the leaves turned brown and yellow now
are falling on the ground
Remembering the way you felt
beside me here when love was new
That feeling’s just grown stronger
since I fell in love with you
Now we’ve only got these times we’re living in
We’ve only got these times we’re living in
Winter wood piled on the porch
walnuts scattered on the ground
wood smoke risin’ to the sky
An old man comes home from work
and hugs his wife in a sweat-stained shirt,
steps through that door to where it’s warm inside
And I’m walking as the wind
rustles in the fallen leaves
My footsteps picking out a tune
my heart sings silently
How we’ve only got these times we’re living in
We’ve only got these times we’re living in
See the roses dried and faded
the tall trees carved and painted
with long forgotten lovers’ names
The old cars standing empty
and dogs barking at me
as I walk through the quiet streets the same
If I could I’d tell you now
there are no roads that do not bend
The days like flowers bloom and fade
and they do not come again
We’ve only got these times we’re living in
We’ve only got these times we’re living in
Like A River
Words and Music by Kate Wolf
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
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 grey
Smells of doors and windows closed against the day
Chorus
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
Chorus
If you like these Kate Wolf "stories" there are many more here:
http://www.katewolf.com/songbook/songbook1_lyrics.htm#Back_Roads
