Michael Martin Murphey — High Country Caravan

The crystal gay softness unbroken by sunlight And rainbows have died for the day A pine needle pillow of dreamed-upon memories Walked over winds blown away Time doesn't enter my singular solitude Mysteries of night thoughts come begging to me Where lonely well-meaning is only allowable Thoughts of my past bring my present to me I laugh at my lyrics while singing to night birds The words only mess up the tune And count all the stars'til I run out of numbers And find that I'm sleeping too soon Night is for laughing or walking a quiet path Lying in clover on top of a hill I lay here dreaming of sailing on silver wings Morning comes dancing and I'm dreaming still And I'm off on a high country caravan, gone again Following the ones who went before; Don't think that I'm going back again I couldn't stand the games of man I just won't play at all no more I sit in the sunrise and search for the morningstar Fighting the sun to be seen Standing in springtime and watching the trees working Changing the dead leaves to green And I'm off on a high country caravan, gone again Following the ones who went before; Don't think that I'm going back again I couldn't stand the games of man I just won't play at all no more Daylight it decorates all that it falls upon Everything 'round me it feels like my own Walking a straight path from here over yonder way Me feeling happy, for once all alone And I'm off on a high country caravan Where I've been is all a sin I'd just as soon forget; Can't see no reason to look behind I might find some of the kind I've seen before We've already met Out across the valley on through the creek bed My footprints are seen by the dove And he flies on by me and calls to his love mate The smile fits my face like a glove Down in the gulley the going gets rougher now Turn loose my footstep I go where they will If you pass this way you might possibly find me here Staring at God from the top of a hill