Heart With Wings

Ponderosa pine
 Makes me pine and ponder, wonder and opine
 ABOUT the time
 ABOUT the purple Black Hills
 South Dakota thunder blues
 While I'm heavily grounded in my Fluevog shoes
 So I sing these blues
 Thoroughly soaked with some reddish hues
 It's music for the living
 Words for the dead
 and it's quarter note triplets for the tears that our parents bled
 I discovered art, when I saw your face
 An abundance of lovingly crafted words
 From your heart with wings
 And your mouth that sings
 And the fear that you hide and what that fear brings
 From California, to istanbul
 And those silver little thoughts, that sound so cool
 Near your ear can your hear
 This long transmission from my busted short wave radio gear
 You have got a heart with wings
 You have got a soul that sings
 Ancient battles, killed the land
 They made Sitting Bull sit, but he stood like a man
 And his blood flows in the smoke that I smoke
 When Black Elk speaks, they were words I spoke
 You have got, a heart with wings
 You have got, a soul that sings
 That thursday, I clipped my hunter's gun,
 And I watched its silver bullets melt in the sun
 Like the wax from the fake angel's wings
 You're the one yeah you're the real thing
 You have got, a heart with wings You have got, a soul that sings You have got, a heart with wings You have got, a soul that sings