Don Conoscenti

there's an oak tree beside the barn
where i carved out your name
steeple in the village
pokes its head up through the rain
fog upon the mountain thunder in my head
restless dreams i can't recall
are like strangers in my bed
goodbye sweet love. goodbye troubled friend.
cruel words fly across the sky
like dandelions in the wind

who do we think we're fooling?
our past has been consumed
i'm sailing south to georgia
on a sun scorched afternoon
it's not that i'm so lonely
in fact it's hard to be alone
when there's always some sweet mystery
asking for directions home
goodbye sweet love. goodbye troubled friend.
cruel words fly across the sky
like dandelions in the wind

there's a fog on old rag mountain
thunder in my head
and in my restless sleeping
i find dreams i'd left for dead