Bones In The Sky Testo

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