This is totally not what I was thinking for today’s song, but I came across Kate Wolf (1942-1986) quite by accident not too long ago, and found this song particularly haunting and thought provoking. Sadly, she is no longer with us.

It’s an unfinished life, that I find lies before me

An open-ended dream, and I don’t want to wake

I’ve crossed so many rivers  in search of crystal fountains

I’ve found the truest paths always lead through mountains

I’ve seen water on the sky, and fire burning on the lake

You said to me “I cannot make you happy

Like a wounded bird you must find the strength to fly

Time can paint the tree tops with colours of the rainbow

But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try”

It’s a journey with my soul … that I am taking

One that only goes from the cradle to the grave

Going ’round in circles like painted dancing horses

Up and down we ride, on the wooden courses

And light from a lover’s eyes  is all that I can save

You said to me “I cannot make you happy

Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly

Time can paint the tree tops with colours of the rainbow

But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try

So I’ll take the day and run out across the open fields

Where the grass grows high and the shadows fall

Where my eyes can see all the colours in the air

So quiet that the wind whistles in my hair

And takes the rising dust and carries it away

You said to me “I cannot make you happy

Like a wounded bird, you must find the strength to fly

Time can paint the tree tops with colours of the rainbow

But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try”