She moves with the grace of
the deer and the squirrel
High in the mountains on
the edge of the world
With her haunted eyes
turned toward the sea
Her skirt's wrapped around her,
and her hair blowin' free.
Down beside the ocean,
the doorways face the sea.
Lookin' out across the water,
on eternity.
Down from the mountains, like the rolling tides,
comes a seashore mountain lady with
the haunted eyes.
Can you tell me just how you came to be,
living in the mountains by the rolling sea?
Did you leave behind a shelter for
your long hair blowin' free?
Cause that's what your eyes say to me.
You sit there with your baby and
you're all dressed in blue
Wearin' roses on your shoulders
and mud cake shoes and you're listening to
the wind as it sings to you from
someplace down inside yourself
as children often do
did you come here for the living that
makes you try your wings for tasting
cold and hunger an d leaving pretty things,
did you come here for someone who works
with the land, who'll reach inside your soul with his
hands?
Living in the mountains
by the rolling sea
You live with the wind always blowing free
It glows in the rain, it bends the growing trees
It tears at your heart like a
seashore mountain lady
She moves with the grace of
the deer and the squirrel
High in the mountains on
the edge of the world
With her haunted eyes turned toward the sea,
her skirts wrapped around her, and her hair blowing free.