Twenty eight days ago, I thought it right
To lay my soul on the line
Didn’t know you’d need it too
Twenty eight years have passed and the sun is shining
Through the glass of my solemn perch
To which I keep coming back
We drift along and raise our sails into the wind
Time travels by from far upstream
And it seems as though we’re facing backwards on the boat
Peering out the windy river rolls
Fourteen hours ago I was renting time
From the old dusty corner saloon
Picking pieces to keep in mind
Then when you mentioned to me that we were going
To the land where ghosts are known
I nearly lost all control
We drift along and raise our sails into the wind
Time travels by from far upstream
And it seems as though we’re facing backwards on the boat
Peering out the windy river rolls
Stars and worn out bars and sitting pews
For the deceased to come to mourn
And remember the lives before
Commending unto the trust of another’s hand
To carry on your memory
Was a choice you couldn’t make
We drift along and raise our sails into the wind
Time travels by from far upstream
And it seems as though we’re facing backwards on the boat
Peering out the windy river rolls
Peering out the windy river rolls
credits
from Where the Lone Pine Stands,
released November 5, 2015
lyrics & tune: r. wittke
dobro & vocals: r. wittke
guitar & backup vocals: d. schramm
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023