When last I walked through your doorway
I walked alone
When last I tried for to leave you
My feet were of stone
But the river was running
Why not I?
When the moon it was high
When last I spoke of a true thing
The woods were aflame
The sky was solid with blue smoke
My mind was the same
Down in Yellow House Canyon
Wet with tears
The illusion appears
When first we came to this country
We came in peace
But the land it is dry
And the winds never cease
On the banks of the North Fork Double Mountain Fork Brazos River
We count ourselves blessed
Yes, on the banks of the North Fork Double Mountain Fork Brazos River
We count ourselves blessed
As we drift off to rest
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