Brown Green Dry And Waiting

Lake Entiat,Eastern Washington USA.

 Lyrics by Bruce Cockburn

  
I love the pounding of hooves
I love engines that roar
I love the wild music of waves on the shore
And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars
Love my sweet woman down to the core

There's roads and there's roads
And they call, can't you hear it?
Roads of the earth
And roads of the spirit
The best roads of all
Are the ones that aren't certain
One of those is where you'll find me
Till they drop the big curtain

Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting
Brown-green and dry
I'm too old for the term
But I'll use it anyway
I'll be a child of the wind
Till the end of my days

Little round planet
In a big universe
Sometimes it looks blessed
Sometimes it looks cursed
Depends on what you look at obviously
But even more it depends on the way that you see
Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting
Brown-green and dry
I'm too old for the term
But I'll use it anyway
I'll be a child of the wind
Till the end of my days

 

8 thoughts on “Brown Green Dry And Waiting

  1. I had to return and look at this photo, which I had not seen. Larry who left a comment here right before (just left a comment on MY site as well telling me this was his favorite photo of yours and that evey time he heard this song he though of me.) Who could turn down a statement like that?!! 🙂 So I had to come see the photo and then have to listen to the song on Utube. I have to agree with Larry that this is one of my absolute favorite photos of yours. It’s almost not real it’s so amazing. “My people” are enjoying your photos. Who wouldn’t?!!! Hugs, Robin 🙂

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