From the recording Birdsongs of the American West
Lyrics
All good things, they say
Will one day slip away
Won’t worry for tomorrow
You’re with me here today
Won’t linger in this sorrow
You’re my home
We must be on our way
In these hills
I’ve been left and done the leaving
Relishing the seasons
That have come to guide me home
And now it’s time
To amble down the mountain
To the River of Lost Souls
That I left so long ago
The rearview mirror is cracked
There’s no use in looking back
Moving towards tomorrow
Giving thanks for yesterday
These days of ours are borrowed
Take my hand
We’ll show ourselves the way
In these hills
I’ve been left and done the leaving
Relishing the seasons
That have come to guide me home
And now it’s time
To wander down the mountain
To the River of Lost Souls / river valley home
That I left so long ago
Our home together
Is never bound by space and time
No storm that we can’t weather, darlin’
It’s just you and I; let’s ramble on down the line