Winding River

A woman loves and still
Six black horses cross the land
Another sun across the sky
Another cold morning wind.

I woke up in a dream
Buck deer thrashing in a creek
Miles from where you are tonight
The Houston sky is empty.

Make me a winding river through
Flowing to my snowy home
And when I get there let it be
That we should never be again alone.

In the high frozen drifts
I hummed a song of your name
But the winds carried it low
For the spring to come again and claim

Make me a winding river through
Flowing to my snowy home
And when I get there let it be
That we should never be again alone.



Credits
Writer(s): Niel Brooks
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