Kate Wolf 1980
Wake Up Robin: "Heading cross-country towards Seattle for our first tour together, Amy sang this song repeatedly as the pine trees and mountains emerged from the prairie. She was still singing it when we met to rehearse on Vashon Island, WA. This was the first song we sang together as a trio and is still one of our favorites."
Wake Up Robin: https://wakeuprobin.bandcamp.com/track/like-a-river
It’s high on a mountain, the warm winds are blowing
And where the winds are blowing to there ain’t no way of knowing
The mountain grass is short, so dry and close to burning
Crying out for water as the season’s turning
Chorus:
Sweet smell of the pines, tall the western cedar
Drifting on the wind, through the mountains like a river
And I’ve been too long away from this wild open sky
On the concrete trails that wind through the canyons dark and wide
With the sounds of people talking in words of blue and gray
And smells of doors and windows closed against the day
The dust lies thick and heavy where my feet are falling
There’s nothing but the sound of the jaybird calling
My mind grows dry and thirsty as the memories linger
Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river