09 Jun 2007
Look around this mountainside
Look where the red tail flies
On the rooftops far below
See the first signs of snow
Wish I had a home on high
Wish I was the burning sky
Wish I was the falling rain
Wish I had no other name
When I first came to this place
I was looking for your face
If I pass this way again
I will think of you my friend
When the creeks have all run dry
Then you’ll see her pass on by
In this place her wisdom speak
Where the waters cannot reach
Look around this mountainside
Let your thoughts grow free and wild
Look around where you belong
Feel the harmony, the song