This song has been on my mind for a few days now. I am hoping that by inflicting you “guys” with it, my brain can move on to other songs! Enjoy!
This song has been on my mind for a few days now. I am hoping that by inflicting you “guys” with it, my brain can move on to other songs! Enjoy!
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”