Like a River Songtext
von Kate Wolf

It′s high on a mountain the warm winds are blowing
And where the winds are blowing to
There ain't no way of knowing
The mountain grass is short
It′s dry and close to burning
Crying out for water
As the season's turning
The sweet smell of the pines
Tall western cedar

Drifting on the wind
Through the mountains like a river

I've been too long away from this wild open sky
On the concrete trails of wine
Through the canyons dark and wide
The sounds of people talking
In words of blue and gray
And smells of doors and windows
Closed against the day


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

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

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