Sparkling River from Cool Fire by John Lyle

SPARKLING RIVER

Like a faded leaf, hanging by a thread
I blow into the wind and tumble down like I was dead
I say I’m not a thief but I won’t stand in the light
So you can wash my face and give my empty mouth a bite

How can I be angry with someone so nice
Are my fingers made of silver, is my heart made of ice?
I hide beside the fire with tears in my eyes
Mourning the desire I’ve learned to despise

You know where I’m going, you know where I’ve been
You know which wind’s blowing and you know it’s not a sin

You make a good sheepdog moving me along
All tangled up in what don’t last long
On the outskirts of the meadow, in the shadow of fright
Crazy wolves are mending fences in the starry, starry night

You know where I’m going, you know where I’ve been
You know which wind’s blowing and you know it’s not a sin

There is a sparkling river flowing through my head
Bringing understanding who I thought I was is dead
Rollin’ and ‘a tumblin,’ through wind, and stone and sea
Laughing like a baby when a baby is free

• Folk
• John Lyle
• blues
• blues folk
• singer song writer
• Sechelt