Walkin’ Jim Stoltz - Down in the Blue
Oh the mist is softly rising, on the distant blue horizon
I know the sun is coming soon
The earth is quietly waiting, as the night is slowly fading
A way to give the morning room
This peace is hard to find, it’s the last place of its kind
The wild lands have become so far and few
But that river’s rollin’ fast, I can hear it now at last
Flowin’ on through down in the blue
There’s a coyote’s haunting singin’, and the black hawk on the wing
Over the canyons of their home
And who could ask for more than the shade of a sycamore
To rest a while and cool your weary bones
Life here’s growin’ fine like the Ponderosa pine
‘cause open forests they call to me and you
But that river’s rollin’ fast, I can hear it now at last
Flowin’ on through down in the blue
Years ago young Leopold walked the riverside
I think he listened well my friend, I think he heard the lion
Oh the blues running high, with a wild look to her eyes
She’s calling out to give her what she’s due
And that river’s rollin’ fast, I can hear it now at last
Flowin’ on through down in the blue
Flowin’ on through