Bluest Bird Lyrics
I Remember You
I sit solemnly gazing out my window
but there’s nothing any more to see
Grey blankets of snow all around
have seeped into my mind and covered me
The stillness of the scene is broken solely
by an unexpected cold wind rushing through
Bending branches, building castles out of snowdrifts
While my empty heart keeps crying over you
I remember you I remember you
Together we used to build those castles
now I see how easily they fall
Castles as whimsy as a snowdrift
You know I never used to think of that at all
I remember you
I remember you
I re-mem-ber you………
ALPENGLOW
I wish I could have held you a little bit longer
I knew your time was coming near
You reminded me to keep on lookin’ for rainbows
White light would wash away my fear
When the angels brought your wings daylight was fading
My teardrops filled the open sky
I found peace in the palette of the sunset
In that moment when I felt your spirit fly
Chorus: When the Alpenglow reaches the mountain
Reflecting my memories of you
The moon lies beyond the horizon
Against the skyline of crimson & blue
I feel the warmth of your touch in that sunset
Si-lent-ly brushing my skin
Like a whisper of wind Oh so gently
Like you are holding me close to you once again
Chorus: When the Alpenglow reaches the mountain
Reflecting my memories of you
And the moon lies beyond the horizon
Against the skyline of crimson & blue
River of Fire
I’ve traveled through a river of fire
Far beneath a myriad of stars
In a slow smo—key si—lence
I found the rhythm of my heart
Met myself in the midst of the water
Wind coming’ on like a hurricane
Lightening twist-ed all around me
Spirit of the River Cryin’ out my name
No faded gold No dusty diamonds
No fairy tales no crooked lines
In the con-flu-ence of what I’ve found
and what I’m leaving’ here behind
Eagles glide above the canyon
Around an early mornin’ moon
They circle down to the river bank ....to find me
I place my burdens up-on their wings
NOW I STAND feet in the water
Among the mountain— desert— and the pine
The winds subside….. Spirit lingers….
In the ebb and flow of my mel-o-dy and rhyme…
No faded gold No dusty diamonds
No fairy tales No crooked lines
In the con-flu-ence of what I’ve found
And what I’m leaving’ here behind……….
LAST BRICK
In 1945 Robert made it home alive with one thing on his mind
To find that good piece of land where Haddie held his hand
Where they wrote whispers of forever on a cottonwood tree
Just a soldier and a girl in a fast changin’ world
With the toil of their hands they built their dream
Babies came along their chimney stood strong
White picket fence and a front porch swing
Refrain: White picket fence and a front porch swing
Chorus: Rain kept on falling’
Neighbors gathering’ and watchin’
Waiting’ for the last brick to fall
Waitin’ for the last brick to fall
City lights moved in closer as they were growin’ older
Haddie held Roberts hand when his spirit was set free
Bit by bit the house came down Wind was stirring’ it all around
From the rooftop to the bottom a boneyard on the ground
Refrain: From the rooftop to the bottom
Just a boneyard on the ground
Chorus: Rain kept on fallin’
Neighbors gatherin’ and watchin’
Waitin’ for the last brick to fall
Waitin’ for the last brick to fall
Whatever happens to the laughter trials and the tears
When they tore that little house down
The echoes in the hall secrets in the walls
Front porch memories hangin around
Whispers of forever now they’re gone
Chorus: Rain kept on fallin’
Neighbors gatherin’ and watchin’
Waitin’ for the last brick to fall
Waitin’ for the last brick to fall
BOTTOM SIDE OF DOWN
We keep kicking’ the same old can down a different street
We cross in the night we never meet
I can touch your hand not your heart
Are we gonna make it are we gonna part
Chorus: Will we find a gate where barbed wire has been
Sit by the ocean with our toes in the sand
Will we keep on traveling’ to the bottom side of down
Will we work it out & get our feet back to the ground
I’m missing’ myself and I’m lonely for you
We once turned miles into memories that’s true
Dreams slip away a little day by day
We are like strangers strangers on a train
Chorus: Will we find a gate where barbed wire has been
Sit by the ocean with our toes in the sand
Will we keep on traveling’ to the bottom side of down
Will we work it out & get our feet back to the ground
It’s a moment in time turn of a page
The way we are drifting’ Are we coming’ of age
Are we landing here or just passing through
I want to move on I want to move on with you
Chorus: Will we find a gate where barbed wire has been
Sit by the ocean with our toes in the sand
Will we keep on traveling’ to the bottom side of down
Will we work it out & get our feet back to the ground
Outro:
Will we work it out & get our feet back to the ground
MY MAMA'S MIND
Many night my mama’s mind would wander
Searching for my daddy with her heart
Listening’ for his footsteps gone forever
Strarin’ through the raindrops in the dark
Standing’ at the kitchen window
Moments of her years go passing’ by
Waiting for the rain to turn to daylight
Bring my daddy back home to her side
Chorus: She wants to go back to her life on Franklin Avenue
Says my daddy must be waiting’ for her there
It never seems to take her anywhere
She wore her older sisters dress to her own wedding
Gladiolas draped across her arms
Her military man close beside her
In his dress blues they danced until dawn
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BRIDGE: Her weeepin’ eyes strain to see
Her lonely lips struggle to speak
Memories clutter in her mind
She’s drifting away in time
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Chorus: She wants to go back to her life on Franklin Avenue
Says my daddy must be waiting’ for her there
It never seems to take her anywhere
NO it never seems to take her anywhere ….
BLUEST BIRD
The bluest bird I ever did see
Tallest grasses tickling my knees
The highest mountain I ever tried to climb
Can’t match the feeling from your heart to mine
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I’ll be on an old wood swing down by the lake
Fishing poles are waitin’ for you to bait
Swallows nest-ed under the eaves
Aspen and pine trees shimmer in the breeze
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Rusted old farm tools back by the shed
I can’t remember what it was you’d said
Cuz the only sound now that I can hear
Is the bluest bird
And maybe…..
You dear
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Take a left down Bigelow Rd
Pass the windmills whenever you go
Beyond the mares’ tails hangin’ in the sky
You’ll find me waitin’ Cuz you never said ‘Good-bye’
Cross that bridge over Blacks Fork River
Come back to me maybe for— ev—er
To moose in velvet roamin’ free
To the bluest bird I ever did see
To the bluest bird I ever did see...........
TUSCARORA
You’re gonna have to climb upon that mountain
If you’re ever gonna see what’s on the other side
You’re gonna have to take a chance on fallin’
If you’re ever gonna come to re-a-lize
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You know the wilderness may call you to wander
Jag-ged peaks of the Wasatch know your name
Remember as you pass through these canyons
You are but a traveler and you will not remain
Chorus: Ride the wings of Tusc -a-rora
Navigate the River of No Return
Cast a line in a deep pool of water
Sweet memories will burn
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Sometimes the trail gets rugged and twisted
Shadows disappear from your view
The wind takes a Northern direction
The journey makes a change in you
You could go on and worry about tomorrow
You could weep, you could moan, you could whine
Or you can open your eyes and look around you
Do a little more than just marking’ time…
Chorus: Ride the wings of Tuscarora
Navigate the River of No Return
Cast a line in a deep pool of water
Sweet memories will burn…
You’re gonna have to climb upon that mountain….
RAY'S TAVERN
When you’re rollin’ through the red rock desert
And you’re hungry you’re worn and you’re blue
There’s a treasure down by the Green River
With a shiny juke box and burgers and brew
South of the Book Cliffs in Emery county
In a town some call Waypoint to Wild
Is a place where everyone is welcome
Doesn’t matter where you’re coming’ from at all
CHORUS: For city slickers river runners and wranglers
Melon farmers pulling’ in to town
They gather ‘round the corner of Broadway & Main Street
At Ray’s Tavern to drink a cool one down
There’s a superman in a booth in the back corner
Memories scattered upon the walls
A pool table and a ball game on the TV
Warm smiles waiting’ behind the bar
Kentucky boy put the first sign in the window
Dreamers and schemers keep on a-walkin’ thru that door
Faces ‘round the room forever changing’
Nobody sticking’ / ‘round Green River / anymore….
CHORUS: ‘Cept city slickers, river runners and wranglers
Melon farmers pulling’ into town
They gather ‘round the corner of Broadway & Main St
At Ray’s Tavern to drink a cool one down
At Ray’s Tavern to drink a cool one down
TWO BRIDGES
When May was turning into June
She walked right out of that room
Turned her back and left it all behind
She’d been locked into the daily grind
Chorus: It’ll take two bridges and 100 miles
To where the moon climbs over the mountain
Just 2 more bridges and a hundred miles
She’ll be singing to the river once again
Bridge: She’ll soar like a hawk on the wing
In the crystal light that morning brings
Headed to the Northern borderline
Because she feels like she’s running’ out of time
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She never lost her will to wander
It’s time to let the wilderness surround her
Raise a glass to the night time sky
She can finally clear her mind
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Chorus: It’ll take two bridges and 100 miles
To where the moon climbs over the mountain
Just 2 more bridges and a hundred miles
She’ll be singin’ to the river once again
A MAN NAMED TOMMY
Born near the turn of the century
In Mount Airy, North Caroline
With daddy and Uncle Charlie
Playin’ banjer and fiddle and runnin’ shine
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He played for the flat footed dancers
Never knowin’ no money no fame
Played for the sake of the music
Not many knowin’ his name
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‘Til a young woman bowin’ her fiddle
Captured a beautiful sound
Talkin’ of a man named Tommy
Travelin’ on from town to town
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She called him her ‘fiddling granddad‘
Not by blood nor by birth nor by name
Drew her pulse and color
From this old man’s heart just the same
His style she took to the people
In that old timey feeling she brought on
With the magic in her soul and the rhythm of his strings
That he’d left before she’d ever been born...
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Way down in the hills of Appalachia
Around 1900 and some
Tommy Jarrell made American music
That’s still livin’ on and on
Yea still livin’ on…… and on......