and thus believe in mountains
But the mountain is cold
when the hill is springtime still
But to see the greens again
and doves rustling in the bush
A canopy of boughs at morning rain
and moss splashed boulder walls
Ah but to see the greens
the emerald hues beneath breaking waves
and pines that spill from pregnant peaks
And as I dream lazily on this winter day
I think of the greens in your eyes
the way you see the world
and my one desire
... to see those greens again
Song Valley
Southern Serenade
The First Hello
Sun Prayer
Sway Sweet Lilies
