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