Songs of the Living

The deer don't lie I have watched them in the morning light Dappled neath the beech and ash and maple Crossing over a river a swollen With the remnants of a long last winter night They lift their heads up To a cloudless sky To say a storm is coming in Though it's still miles and miles and miles From here You've got to trust your intuition Just to stay alive I see blue on the horizon I fear not my undoing On the horizon I fear not my undoing When the woods get quiet It is not silent Subtle is the choir of the mystic The songs of the living And dying I did not make my way out To this mountain howling Begging for a sign For I knew I would not find it With the eyes of a skeptic No, not with the eyes of a skeptic I see blue on the horizon I fear not my undoing On the horizon I fear not my undoing Blue on the horizon I fear not my undoing On the horizon I fear not my undoing On the horizon I fear not my undoing