2010 Santa Fe Baldy

Hey there, brother, let me lighten your load bear your burden on this old road this trail to the top sings its song its the music of the mountains to which we belong A wandering elk through the columbine dew then after the dusk fall the storms brew but not before the children spin and play falling on each other 'neath the milky way In the dark night God walks like thunder angel-bright lightening announces His wonder Pinon pine wounds make little amber gems they speak of early earth and the judgment of its sins Hey there brother can you see the aspen leaves? they quake and drop their dew in shimmering belief that the columbines below will drink from Aspen falls as my brother giggles " it's a small world after all." wandering crew is just goin' to the top blister, sting, swelling- brother don't stop a thousand feet up to Nambi sky cliff lake where one goes under to clean off his slate Hear the silence of mosquitos by redeeming bat wings hear the voice of many waters the symphonic stream brings let Him bind us together one, two, three He's in the chord and the melody Hey there brother, can you listen to its song? It's the music of these mountains to which we belong!