Shawn Taylor - Free
Just a smile,
don't waste the words.
The air is thin up here,
and besides, there really are no words.
To have shared,
such times with you.
Well I could die today,
and live on in any one of those moments with you.
Boil the water, chilli in a bag,
the tent is ready, kick your feat up in the grass.
Across the years, all the miles,
stratch out like a thin grey line,
across the Great Divide.
Across your lips, across your smile,
a life of love is writ,
and those lines still drive me wild.
Cross the river dry your clothes up in the branch.
The day is cold, but it's so warm there flesh to flesh.