Thunderheads gathering above the plain
Like an omen of change,
And all your names come floating on waves
Across a dry sea.
Written on a page left in a suitcase from those old days,
I read it again and the lonesome wind
Comes blowing through me.
I'm sending these words through the golden world
Far away now
And if in time you are reading these lines
I'm sure they find you well.
I'm walking in the half-light, circling the fields
Far along now
The smell of the rain coming over the ridge
To the ringing of bells
O, there I go again.
I don't know what I'm saying.
I'm thinking of you, my friend
And all the time we spent...
Thinking of the old songs, waiting in the dawn
For the echo
Over savanna and sand
Tallgrass and blackland
I am moving on.
On the inland seas
O, I am drifting.
Close as we are, there are places we meet
Even though I'm gone.
I won't write again for many days.
I will go along in my old ways.
In the passing of time I find
Something has stayed,
O kind heart of the valley...