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Ribbon of Wind
03:54
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The deer played unseen in the meadow
The eagle looked for my boat to share a crappie
The chickadee missed the seed I share with her
I'm riding a ribbon of wind back to Wisconsin
My eyes shut to the sunrise over the trees
My fingers clicked on keys that weren't real
The coyote hid my heart from what it feels
I'm riding a ribbon of wind back to Wisconsin
I went to the city with cars and trains and people
Thought going there would be facing my darkest fears
But a woman waits in the woods and she holds my tears
I'm riding a ribbon of wind back to Wisconsin
I'm riding a ribbon of wind back to Wisconsin
The deer played unseen in the meadow
The eagle looked for my boat to share a crappie
The chickadee missed the seed I share with her
I'm riding a ribbon of wind back to Wisconsin
I'm riding a ribbon of wind back to Wisconsin
I'm riding a ribbon of wind back to Wisconsin
I'm riding a ribbon of wind back to Wisconsin
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2. |
Be Still
04:33
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Kneel in the sand, hear it’s energy flow
Drink from within, let it deep into your soul.
Step right into, bath yourself within,
This river that runs through many many bends.
Be still
Take it all in,
Be still
No worries will break in.
Step into your boat, lift your paddle high
The beauty just ahead, will make you want to cry.
The bends will twist your mind, don’t fear the wear and tear
As the land goes by let your heart be your guide.
Be still
Take it all in,
Be still
No worries will break in.
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3. |
The Sandhill Crane
04:47
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She took her last breath
As a white throat traveled northbound
It’s an ancient dance
Of death and life in a strange romance
A body below
Grows again as a dandelion
With the pull of the tide
The moon is full and then it hides
Round and around
Out from a crack stretches a beak
Falls from the nest
Brushes the flesh of a blossoming peach
It’s an ancient dance
Of death and life in a strange romance
But I’m still asleep
‘til I wake to the early morning
When the sandhill crane
Spreads its’ call across the land
As they gently fly
So steady their body and wing
As the colors change
Over the distant trees
As the rising sun
Pulls
And pulls across the land
There are two kinds of time
Maybe more beyond my mind
But the two that I see
I find myself caught between
There one that divides
Like the rusty old barbed wire fence
Pricks my palm
Like the tick tock of the second hand
A cut can be deep
20 years pass in the blink of an eye
I was just a child
With a shadow overtaking me
A simple glance
Look at the time think I am bound
But I’m still asleep
‘til I wake to the early morning
When the sandhill crane
Spreads its’ call across the land
As they gently fly
So steady their body and wing
As the colors change
Over the distant trees
As the rising sun
Pulls
And pulls across the land
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4. |
Open My Eyes
02:55
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I live in constant fear
I’ve no one to revere
I live in constant fear
I’ve no one to revere
Open my eyes
Open my eyes
Open my eyes
Open my eyes
Open my eyes
Open my eyes
Open my eyes
So I can see your light
Blue or red, black or white
Immigrant, refugee
Why is someone else to blame
For the wars that I dream
Open my eyes
Open my eyes
Open my eyes
So can see your light
I step outside myself
Before the petals fall
Tend to the garden
Rather than not tend at all
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5. |
Heart With Wings
04:12
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If magic tears would heal you
I made them yesterday
I trace your fingers on the inside
Of the mug you made
Place myself on the wheel
And become the clay
Look for you in flowers
Call upon my marrow
The Great Ones gone before
Put your wound to the Earth
Put your wound to the Earth and heal.
The swallows dip and skim
The geese protect their young
I share my grief with the pond
By singing a song
A story of a mother teacher
Sister of the Moon
A heart with wings
Weaving soul and body
Like the Great Ones gone before
Put your wound to the Earth
Put your wound to the Earth and heal.
Oh, to dance with you
Each adventure something new
Oh, to share with you
To be a guest in your home
Oh, to taste with you
To drink a cup of your brew
Oh, to shape with you
A memory to hold
The breeze is warm
Then turns cold and fast
I know you tried to assure
And how elegant you were
It’s not you I’m worried for
But me and who I’ll be
Swim for you in waters
Reach for you in trees
The Great Ones gone before
Put your wound to the Earth
Put your wound to the Earth and heal
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6. |
Women Across the River
03:18
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Oh, the women ‘cross the river
Carry water from the well at break of day
They talk to one another
God only knows what they might say
You might get an education
After years of dedication
You might finally get a glimpse
Of what is right and what is wrong
But the women ‘cross the river
They knew that all along
Oh, the women ‘cross the river
Work with tools that are ancient and handmade
They plow their fields in perfect rows and then
They rest beneath the shade
Now we have learned to build
Out of concrete out of steel
And our buildings last a thousand years
But then even they are bound to fall
But the women ‘cross the river
Never learned to build a wall
Oh, the women ‘cross the river
Are as gentle as the dew upon the ground
How I love to hear them laughing in the rain
When it makes that perfect sound
Now a soldier with a gun and a battle to be won
Might kill you with a bullet
And you’d never even know the reason why
But the women ‘cross the river
They can kill you with their eyes
The women ‘cross the river
They can kill you with their eyes
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7. |
Away from the Road
04:08
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There’s a thousand orbits like wheels in my head
I’m climbing into new ones and I still ain’t dead
I’ve even got myself a good lover by my side
But shadows still spin that need kicking aside
There’s a thousand reasons I’m sitting in my chair
Looking out the window wishing I was out there
I may loose my shelter I may even lose my job
There’s many things to loose in the masses and the mobs
There’s wheels and wheels spinning round and round
Some are lifting me higher others weighing me down
But there’s grace in the wildness where fears often loom
And something things need to die so other things can bloom
I think it’s time for me to go get lost in the woods
Forty days and forty night’s should do me some good
Out beyond the cities and broken land highways
Walk into the old world walk into the old world
Walk walk walk
Away from the road
Walk walk walk a
Away from the round
Back here in New York the winds are giving up
The storm is passing as I sip coffee from my cup
The pages on my lap seem closer to me now
And though I’m getting older
I feel younger somehow
There’s wheels and wheels spinning round and round
Some are lifting me higher others weighing me down
But there’s grace in the wildness where fears often loom
And something things need to die so other things can bloom
I think it’s time for me to go get lost in the woods
Forty days and forty night’s should do me some good
Out beyond the cities and broken land highways
Walk into the old world walk into the old world
Walk walk walk
Away from the road
Walk walk walk a
Away from the round
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8. |
The Old Swimming Hole
04:03
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I imagine my receipts
Lifting from the drawer in front of me
Digits and decimals
Become marks on fluttering butterfly wings
The books I want to read
Seem to multiply each week
The pages become soil
Words bend like cattail and milkweed
I have places to go
And a list of things to do
I’d rather watch the red tail
And share this place with you
The tempo is slow
Down at the old swimming hole
Where pondweed tickles
And cushions the floor
Dragonflies and monarchs
And swallows gently soar
There's an orchestra of frogs
Someday I’d like to join
And a moon that cues
Kingfishers and snipes
The tempo is slow
Down at the old swimming hole
Where a mirror on the wall
Turns to a ripple round my feet
Distorted reflections
Fold below into a dark mystery
Where rustlings on the edge
End the stirrings in my head
And the shimmer across the water
Reveals a golden thread
I have places to go
And debt to pay
I’d rather stay here
See what the clouds have to say
The tempo is slow
Down at the old swimming hole
Where pondweed tickles
And cushions the floor
Dragonflies and monarchs
And swallows gently sore
There's an orchestra of frogs
Someday I’d like to join
And a moon that cues
Kingfishers and snipes
The tempo is slow
Down at the old swimming hole…
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9. |
Whitethroat Song
03:01
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Whitethroat is a little bird
That can break my heart without a word
He sings a song of streams I've crossed
Paths I've walked, and love I've lost
Whitethroat sings the lonesome song
Stays a day then travels on
Past Winter, Trego, and Oxbow
Ojibwa, Couderay, and Osseo
To Big Bear, North Star, Thrush and Moon
Through Sun and Storm you'll be home soon
Whitethroat sings the lonesome song
Stays a day then drifts along
Like mist on the meadow, wind on the tree
Please don't fly stay with me
Whitethroat sings the lonesome song
Stays a day then travels on
To a little old shack on Hoover Line
Where the flowers are yours and the stars are mine
Whitethroat sings the lonesome song
Stays a day then moves along
To my friends Eugene, May and Bill
Asleep by Superior, high on a hill
Goodbye bird we have to part
I can't come now so take my heart
To a little old shack on Hoover Line
Where the days are long and the folks are kind
Whitethroat teach me the lonesome song
How to fly, let me come along
To a little old shack on Hoover Line
And the ones I'll love 'til the end of time
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10. |
Old Pine Woman
04:22
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With your eyes of misting meadows
As the night comes on
With your hair an empty nest
At the close of the season
With your cheeks of winter twilight
The colors of day fading away
Who am I to not stand in awe?
With your sorrows reaching deep
Drinking from the soil
With your peals of pearly laughter
Shining with the sun
With your peaks and valleys
That were forged by time
Who am I to not honor you?
Old pine woman
Old pine woman
Of the north
With you kiss for every step taken
And a bite that can tear
With your web that stretches
And a silk that’s hard to break
You’ve given birth to some that stay
And to others who’ve taken off in the wind
Who am I to not fear you some?
Old pine woman
Old pine woman
Of the north
With your stories of existence
Your surrender to the land
It is you who guides my truth
To something greater than my own plan
When society deafly clamors
Too much knowledge to even bear
I will call you my Great Mother
I will call you my Great Mother
Old pine woman
Old pine woman
Of the north
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