“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountain is going home; that wildness is necessity; that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.”


John Muir

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

I know our days are heaven sent




know our days are heaven sent
lord knows I know not where they went
shake my head and I wonder how
I'll ever get to heaven now

An angel came one winter dawn
you shoulda seen what she had on
wind was whistlin' like its rain
she left again just like she came

I know our days are heaven sent
lord knows I know not where they went
shake my head and I wonder how
I'll ever get to heaven now

I move around a lot these days
honky tonks and broad freeways
the same thing that I've always done
but I'm older now and I get tired some

I know our days are heaven sent
lord knows I know not where they went
shake my head and I wonder how
I'll ever get to heaven now

Those who think they hold the cards
I send out my kind regards
Those who love to those who care
I'll meet you down the road somewhere

I know our days are heaven sent
lord knows I know not where they went
shake my head and I wonder how
I'll ever get to heaven now

I know our days are heaven sent
lord knows I know not where they went
shake my head and I wonder how
I'll ever get to heaven now

I'll ever get to heaven now

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