The River

A ballad based on a poorly remembered story from my childhood. Lyrics: I was born in the granite mountains on a bed of glacial scree where the cougar stalks its prey and the eagle screams there the ice-cold crystal river begins its journey to the sea through great dark brooding forests of mortal dreams she lay in the arms of a lover, too weak to raise a tear in a cabin touched by the breath of a winter frost a child stood in the doorway caught ‘tween hope and fear but the blood and the stillness speak of future lost so where have you gone my darling, is it a place of light and warmth? have you gone to laugh and play with your baby daughter? I cannot hear your laughter through the noise of this silent storm but you haunt the misty paths by the frozen water behold a mighty river embraced by ice and snow caught in the bitter grip of the arctic night am I like that frozen river do I have too far to go will I ever bask again in summer light so where have you gone my darling, is it a place of light and warmth? have you gone to laugh and play with your baby daughter? I cannot hear your laughter through the noise of this silent storm but you haunt the misty paths by the frozen water