Long

Well I left my home searching up for green grass Headed for Pine Ridge and points beyond But on the road I met an impasse Every direction looked just like home There is a road there is a mountain With many stops along the way How many days I am not counting It's been a long long time you've been away Well a flower grows in a deep dark canyon Where the river wanders to leave the trail And the night bird searches for her companion Who sings of sunlight behind the veil