In the mountains of my heart

In the mountains of my heart we will roam,
Torn away from home, stark raving mad.
They shall have been remembered great,
For they served their fate, never to satisfy.

We cannot see the stream, into we once flew,
Covered your eyes in the soft morning dew, so blatently expressionless.
Forgetting my way down the path of love,
It's all I remember enough, take me home.

Cannot be another, for you are the only one,
Lit by the brilliant sun, so drenching a light.
Once in Chicago, never leave from there,
I recall such brown-angst hair, beautiful gift of the earth.

Down South in old Kansas; Lantern dangling chain,
City Lights, acid rain, as I softly weep into my pillow.
Sky-high above the forest, forsaken treat,
Sounds of the past Poets' Beat, never teach the young.

I remember you from the supermarket, clad in black,
Mother I ask, please take me back, so lost a soul on his own.
Glance at the proven, strike my guitar,
I know who you are, Woman of the Hills; I hear you call.