I was raised at the feet of
Mount
Tamalpais
With her forest hair flowing down
the emerald ridgeline
Though I ramble across the country
time and time again
That sleeping lady always
calls me in
She raised me in her arms till
I was newly 18
And then sent me northward to go
and live out my dreams
Where almonds grow in the sun,
and guitars twine through the night
Was the first time my sleeping
lady'd been out of my sight
It wasn't too long before I
became restless
So I gathered up some poets and some
players and we rolled on
Sometimes we got lucky,
and sometimes we got busted
But we never lost sight of
our song
The road is full of its seams,
winding through all of your dreams.
From here it don't seem far,
someday I'll be back in the lawn.
I'm not sure where I'll be when
it's my turn to lay me down
But I implore you, my brother,
please take me back to the mountain.
Let me turn to soil there un
der the redwood trees.
Down in the dust,
let my body rest at ease
With nothing between me
and my sleeping lady
With nothing between me
and my sleeping beauty