And in the old days,
Oh any music and we danced
Even if there wasn’t a sound
But the moon singing in the trees, a star
Or two that we could see
Above the canyons,
The music could change
And on we went, well
You know, on in
This life.
In this life
We carry on, riding
Currents,
Maybe, even, into the next.
Sometimes right before he’d
Come to find me, I already knew,
I’d watch him, narrowing my eyes
To better see him,
Watch to see him coming
Through the cottonwoods
By his place down on the river
The currents sparkling,
Part of the dance
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