Up through the branches
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The stars shine above
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On the arroyos
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And mesas you loved
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And as the moon rises
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The black mountain mourns
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For the old friend
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He'll look on no more
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Jacks-In-The-Pulpit
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Bones in the sky
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Long winding rivers
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That never ran dry
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And the secrets she gathered
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From the wild blowing sands
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Breathed in her heart
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And her hands
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I sing to your spirit
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Where all my dreams dwell
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The vision, the freedom
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The life lived so well
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And I sing in your canyons
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And the echoes ring clear
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And I wish somehow
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You may still hear
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Spirit Trail
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| Dan Fogelberg |
