I went a-walkin' along a cool stream
And the world so real became a dream
Fruit hanging heavy and birds that sing
Mother, I fear that I may never leave
Then came the rain with the evening twilight
And the geese in the meadow resting from flight
Lambourn blushed pink amongst golden trees
Father forgive me I may never leave
I met a man with his hands in the dirt
Played punk music for veggies and wore a black shirt
Carrots and cabbage, the last and the first
Sister, come visit and taste what they’re worth
The mushrooms arrived as the august moon waned
And I howled through canyons, perhaps went insane
Brother, believe me, you’ll love this place
Where the seasons run fast and the mountain still waits
Three months have passed and I must away
Depart the valley white buffalo reigns
A sweet wind will guide me in circles around
Til the day I return to plant roots in the ground
Til the day I return to plant roots in the ground
