I thought I was off folk music--it started to make me itchy, like religion, and people who use words like visceral and organic. But I used to love this song and only recently discovered it was by Cindy Kallet.
Crow mobbin' up a hawk on soar Clouds soaring in the sky Me, I'm down here on this rocky old earth Working on wings to fly, good lord, I'm workin on wings to fly
New friends catchin' up affairs tonight He's gonna haul 'em till the stars come tumblin' down Me I'm ridin high tonight Dreamin' of him comin' around Good Lord, thinkin' of him comin' around
Geese come risin out of the field, headed to the eastern shore Me I'd fly on every wing Just find you something more dear friend, Just to give you something more
Shearwater swoopin on an old gray whale, north winds whippin' up the sea These cold autumn days make me run with joy Lookin' for a way to be free Good Lord Lookin' for a way to be free
This moon's gonna keep me walkin' tonight, The sky's gonna make me sing All I want is to share with you Something of this feeling dear man, something of this feeling