In the shadow of the mountain a church bell’s ringingįrom California’s burning forests to the New York islandĬan you hear the chorus of voices asking… Radio tower’s red light warning carried on the wind Plastic bags like prayer flags the wind caught on the wire Young horse runs at the fence line just to test his own desire The sun sets down in the grass like wildfire Golden skyway westbound highway birds in a church choir See the land before black gold and heavy plow Like a quilt unfinished like a fiddle singing a low and lonesome sound Petals turn a sidewalk stream jacaranda blueįlying over Oklahoma fields and broken groundĮvery mile cut up into squares of green and brown The city climbs the hillside just to see the color bloom Moonflowers open to breathe the night’s perfume It’s raining in Los Angeles hallelujah hallelu
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