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Stones

©1995 Sandra L. Reay

Colorado Sandstorm Music, B.M.I.

 
1.
She stands at the window, brushes her satin hair
  The river's flowing by and she is going nowhere
  The river shines like silver under the moonlight
  Drops of silver run down her face
  She casts her dreams upon the water so they leave this place
   
2.
She can see mountains but she can't climb them
  Never looked down from way on high
  She can see clouds and stars but she can't fly
   
bridge Wait till the seeds are sown, wait till the kids are grown
  This year the money's too tight
  Oh no, there's too much rain, oh no, blight in the grain
  Next year if the harvest goes right
   
3.
She stands at the window, brushes her silver hair
  The river's flowing by and she is going nowhere
  The river shines like satin under the moonlight
  Lines of satin run down her face
  She casts her dreams upon the water so they leave this place
   
coda She casts her stones upon the water
  And they sink in place
 
Stones
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"I sat on hill above Parker, watching the lights of Denver. I imagined what it would have been like 100 years ago: to see the lights of town and not be able to go there." — San

     
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