Old Smokey's Lullaby

Old Smokey's Lullaby

If it's a blossom you're looking for,

Oh my darling be so careful what you do.

Perhaps you can't rightly tell any more

How I am not like you.

She says, the bone white winds they call

And you can't come with me.

I'm leaving for the high dry places

And desert territory.

Your stubborn old heart it still follows her;

She has so many homes.

Then you find the same old marrow

Running through the same old bones.

Just when you think you have it

And all that glory can't be far,

You'll find my soul as subtle as

The remotest ice bound star.

Come sundown you might catch a rustling,

As dusk makes sweet love to the dark.

Does it mind you of my silks and satins a whispering

To your weary hungry heart?

Or you might find yourself surrounded

When your blood's too tired to leap,

In a drift of sandalwood and woodsmoke,

As you fall so sweetly into sleep.

Instrumental

If you want me, you'll find me in the night she says.

I'm everywhere you've ever been.

I'm every heartache you could not keep

That calls you like smoke in the wind,

That calls you like smoke in the wind.

Don't it call to you like smoke in the wind?