Mountain Air
Hazy, smoky sky
Across the blue ridge mountains
Come and speak to me.
Tell me your secrets.
Wherefore have you come from
And where do you go?
Do you bring weather?
Are you bringing to me life
Or death in your hands?
Do you bring the rain?
The showers of life in spring.
Blizzards in winter.
Hazy, smoky sky
Across the blue ridge mountains
Come speak to my heart.
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