Stoney Creek

I was called by the river

Where the leaves of the trees wither in the wind

Whispering dark secrets that were never told

'Cause no one witnessed what went on

The daisies growing on the riverbank

Wind in my hair, my feet in the sand

A distant humming of a mysterious tune

Filling that summer day in June

I took a step away from the trail

The scent of cypress in the air

Skin weather-beaten, two green eyes flared

The taste of soil between my teeth

When I hit the bottom of a stoney creek

I was laying on the riverbank

Daisies tangled in hair, cheeks in the sand

The flow of life as the river runs

Under a quiet, descending Sun

I shouldn't have strayed away from the trail

The scent of cypress in the air

Skin weather-beaten, two green eyes flared

The taste of soil between my teeth

When I hit the bottom of a stoney creek

Not knowing I'd be in one of those tales

Little did I know I'd be crawling with the snails

Whispering dark secrets that were never revealed

No one witnessed, all eternally sealed

The scent of cypress in the air

Skin weather-beaten, two green eyes flared

The taste of soil between my teeth

When I hit the bottom of a stoney creek

The end of the trail, the end of the trail

The end of the trail, the end of the trail