Bob Pfaltz 6/28/14

BOB PFALTZ 6/28/14

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream

I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream

Ah child of countless trees

Ah child of boundless seas
What you are, and what you' were meant to be

Speaks his name, though ... Now, he'll never see.
Cassidy
Come wash the nighttime clean

Come grow the scorched ground green

Blow the horn, and tap the tambourine


Close the gap of the dark years in between

Flight of the seabirds

Scattered like lost words

Wield to the storm and fly
Fare thee well now

Let your life proceed by it's own design

Nothing to tell now

Let the words be yours,
I'm done with mine
done with mine
Fare thee well now