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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