Take Us Back - Alela Diane

Atop the crags and cliffs the air is thin

So we’ll find a mountain path on down the hill

Meet me where the snowmelts flows

It is there, my dear, where we’ll begin again

Skipping stones, braiding hair

Last years antlers mark the trail

Take us back, Oh!

take us back, Oh!

take us: Take us back!

Take us back, Oh!

take us back, Oh!

take us: Take us back!

I’ve a friend who lives out by the rivers mouth

He knows the fiddle’s cry is an old sound

A lonesome bow, the creaks and moans of empty houses

Are songs like falling rain

Wind blown buildings, muddy ground

The strength of water can sink a man

Take us back, Oh!

take us back, Oh!

take us: Take us back!

Take us back, Oh!

take us back, Oh!

take us: Take us back!

When the higher hills have turned to blue

And the waves are lapping where the children grew

All that we have known will be an echo

Of days when love was true

Muted voices, just beyond

The silent surface of what has gone