And crept between the mountain peaks
I have listened long to the sea’s brave music
On canyon trails, where the night winds were a’blowin
Blowing, sighin gently thru the pines
Musing, I walked behind my placid burro
While water rushed and broke on the rocks below
I sang my songs above the shriek of desert winds
Above the shriek of desert winds I sang my songs
I have known a green sea’s heaving,
I have loved the twisted trees
Red sand a blowin neath the turquoise skies
I have felt the rain a driftin, and slept behind the waterfall
And aspen glades that whisper wild sorrows
In cool sweet grasses I have lain and I have heard
The ghostly murmur of regret
I sang my songs above the shriek of desert winds
Above the shriek of desert winds I sang my songs
I have watched the clouds pile high
Singing I rode to meet the storm
And fought its fury til the sun fell in darkness
And the lightning heard my song
Say that I starved, say I’s lost and I was weary
Say that I was burned and blinded by the sun
Say that I was thirsty, sick and cold and lonely
But say that I kept to my dream
Always shall I be one who loves the wilderness
Swaggers soft between the mountain peaks
I shall sing my song above the shriek of desert winds
Above the shriek of desert winds I shall sing my song
I BELIEVE IN WILDERNESS. I LONG FOR IT AND ITS HEALING POWERS. I ALSO REALIZE I AM IN WILDERNESS RIGHT NOW. PERHAPS NEVER TO COME OUT. PERHAPS JUST TO RUN AROUND IN THE WOODS LIKE JOHN EATHING HONEY COMB AND LOCUSTS.
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I have never understood romatasizing the wilderness. I prefer the comfort of my warm bed. I prefer the comfort of Ralph's just a few blocks away from my house. I'm no happier in nature than I am anywhere else. All I am is usually uncomfortable and can't wait to get home. And this dude is the same. He is just pretending to love nature because everyone believes it's supposed to be nice.
Lame. You are lame.
This song reminds me of all the times I was out in that wilderness
I've certainly gone on my share of camping trips, especially when I was young
I remember our hike across the Continental Divide with Davis
Going up to Burke's land
My dad's house of course - I've seen some spiders up there that defy science
Pop Tarts always remind me of camping, because that was the only time we could have them as kids
One of the dogs got attacked by a moose
Our family dog Dustin got around 70 porcupine quills stuck in his face...twice!
I lost my Bubba Fett action figure one fateful camping trip
So I guess I have felt that "ghostly murmur of regret"
And I do love the"twisted trees" too, so I'd say this song has some good points
I admit I don't go out there as much as I used to, but sometimes it's just what you need
Thank you for your well reasoned and intelligent comment.
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