White Mountain Goodbye ( Bill Staines) My eyes danced the White Mountain sunset And gazed on a lake skimmed with gold. I've sung all the songs that I could sing to the stars; Now I must sing to the open road. And it's goodbye, you bloodthirsty skeeters; I wish that the fish had your bite. Goodbye to my friends, the White Mountains; And oh, I wish I could stay one more night. This hoopla city life, it holds no secrets; The puce neon ceiling, it hides the stars; But I'll see all of you that I can see in my dreams Until one day turns me north. (repeat 1st) Copyright Bill Staines JMcC
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