Wind River
By the light of the full moon in a valley deep and grand
A weathered old man buries a chest in the sand
The letter he sends to his long forgotten daughter, it says:
You’ll find it by Wind River
Under the whispering pines
Where the canyon wren is laughing
And the mountains brush the sky
Wild Iris she needed the money bad
A wing and a prayer is all she ever had
On that rattlin’ bus she kept on telling herself:
You’ll find it by Wind River
Under the whispering pines
Where the canyon wren is laughing
And the mountains brush the sky
So she went hiking with three days on her back
By the Cirque of the Towers on a narrow winding path
That leads on down to the wedding of the waters
And there she looked for the place the letter brought her, it said to find:
The kiss of white in a gentle waterfall
The burble of current, the marmot’s lonely call
Listen, and you’ll find what you came looking for
You’ll find it by Wind River
Under the whispering pines
Where the canyon wren is laughing
And the mountains brush the sky
That night in a dream Iris saw her daddy’s face
She was layin’ in bed and felt his warm embrace, she said
Tell me a story of princes and thieves
Of harlequin maidens with golden sleeves
Magnificent journeys and handsome men..., but he just sang
You’ll find it by Wind River
Under the whispering pines
Where the canyon wren is laughing
And the mountains brush the sky
In the cool morning air she dug down by the brook
Soon she hit the chest and couldn’t wait to look
But all it contained was a little leather book, it said
I never got to show you
this favorite place of mine
I knew you’d never come here
if it wasn’t worth a dime
For once I’m stone cold sober
and I hope you see one day
I tried to give you something
That no one can take away