Like a River Songtext
von Front Country

Well it′s high on the mountain and the warm wind's blowing
And where the wind′s a-blowing to
Well there ain't no way of knowing
Mountain grass is short
It's dry and close to burning
Calling out for water
As the seasons turn

Sweet smell of the pines
Tall western cedar
Drifting on the wind
Through the mountains like a river

Well I′ve been too long away from these wild open skies
On the concrete trails that wind
Through the canyons dark and wide
Sounds of people talking
In words of blue and grey
Smells of doors and windows
Closing at the day


Sweet smell of the pines
Tall western cedar
Drifting on the wind
Through the mountains like a river

All that dust sits thick and heavy where my feet are falling
There′s nothing but the sound
Of the jaybird calling
My mind grows dry and thirsty
As the memories linger
Drifting on the wind
Through the mountains like a river

Sweet smell of the pines
Tall western cedar
Drifting on the wind
Through the mountains like a river
Sweet smell of the pines
Tall western cedar
Drifting on the wind
Through the mountains like a river