Memories

Something cries so low at night in silence
Something cries so low at night of home
Drifting far across that Columbia river
I still hear that freight main’s lonesome cry

Winds in forests nothing now but memories
Mountains turning dark against the sky
Something cries so low at night in silence
Something cries so low at night of home

Winds in forests nothing now but memories
Mountains turning dark against the sky
There’s a sudden movement
From the dark woods
Down there by the clearing stands a deer
Stillness seems to be the only music
Echoed in the night an evening star

© Words and music: Derroll Adams
(as it appears on the album Along The Way)


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