Bones In The Sky

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