Black Dog String Quartet - Thompson

Well I watched as the waters receded
But they won't soon be gone from my dreams
And the echoes of waves still are crashing
Through the dusty and wind-bitten leaves
Each dry river still points to the ocean
And every desert remembers the sea
And I still hear that surf in the nighttime
When there's no one asleep next to me

I will carry my heart to the Thompson again
I will pour out my song where the North and South meet
Will I ever be free? Will I ever be free
From this heartache that's following me?

When I feel that my step's growing heavy
And the the city's a thorn in my side
I turn my thoughts upward and inward
To where the black bear and juniper hide
Oh what will we tell to our children
And what will become of the sea
And where will we keep all our memories
And the pieces of what used to be?

I will carry my heart to the Thompson again
I will pour out my song where the North and South meet
Will I ever be free? Will I never be free
From this heartache that's following me?

The rain found me up on the hilltops
Where the moon hides her face in the pines
And the fossils of fish still wait, dreaming
Of the distant return of the tide
And the rain chased me down from the mountain
Through the sagebrush and pine-beetle trees
And it followed me all along the Thompson
To where the Fraser pours into the sea

And the ocean was gray! Yes, the ocean was gray!
Could it carry my song far away?
Could it carry it far, far away?

Written by:
John Kastelic

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