I. The Sun Sets on Clinton Lake
I can see the setting sun
Burning colors in your hair.
There’s nothing we can do
To keep those colors there.
I can see the raven cross
The liquid changing sky,
And in my heart I know
We too must pass on by.
I will not make you promises
That life itself will break,
But I can be with you this moment
In these fires on Clinton Lake.
II. On This Mountain
On this mountain I’m alone
The moon a foot beyond my hand
And there’s nothing that I know
Do I ever understand?
I just wonder how it is
That all the things we ever did
Could mean so much more to us
Than the love we freely give.
For I am but a passing thing
From one moment to the next,
And with each moment’s passing
There is nothing left.
On this mountain I’m alone
The moon a foot beyond my hand
And for all the things I know
Do I ever understand?
I can see the setting sun
Burning colors in your hair.
There’s nothing we can do
To keep those colors there.
I can see the raven cross
The liquid changing sky,
And in my heart I know
We too must pass on by.
I will not make you promises
That life itself will break,
But I can be with you this moment
In these fires on Clinton Lake.
II. On This Mountain
On this mountain I’m alone
The moon a foot beyond my hand
And there’s nothing that I know
Do I ever understand?
I just wonder how it is
That all the things we ever did
Could mean so much more to us
Than the love we freely give.
For I am but a passing thing
From one moment to the next,
And with each moment’s passing
There is nothing left.
On this mountain I’m alone
The moon a foot beyond my hand
And for all the things I know
Do I ever understand?
