Bill Staines White Mountain Goodbye
My eyes danced the White Mountain sunset
And gazed on a lake skimmed with gold
I've sung all the songs that I could sing to the stars;
Now I must sing to the open road
And it's goodbye, you bloodthirsty skeeters;
I wish that the fish had your bite
Goodbye to my friends, the White mountains;
And oh, I wish I could stay one more night
This hoopla city life, it holds no secrets;
A puce neon ceiling, that hides the stars;
But I'll see all of you that I can see in my dreams
Until one day turns me north
And it's goodbye, you bloodthirsty skeeters;
I wish that the fish had your bite
Goodbye to my friends, the White mountains;
And oh, I wish I could stay one more night
My eyes danced the White Mountain sunset
And gazed on a lake skimmed with gold
I've sung all the songs that I could sing to the stars;
Now I must sing to the open road
And it's goodbye, you bloodthirsty skeeters;
I wish that the fish had your bite
Goodbye to my friends, the White mountains;
And oh, I wish I could stay one more night
I wish I could stay one more night