Watch the Wolf Roam Free

[good4somethingbum]

Watch the Wolf Roam FreeSometimes I leave my old horse behindMake my way up in the misty pinesBuild a fire where the north star shinesFor my wine to toast and prayers to seeWhen a gooseneck moon peeks through the cloudsAt grey paws that barely kiss the groundHoot owls hush…I set my bottle downAnd all of us watch the wolf roam freewhen the moon's a lightbulb hangin' lowmidnight sweeps in on the wings of crowsthere's a lonely dark café I knowWhere the singers reach the soul in meOne old bluesman had a haunting graceHe brought Robert Johnson to that placeThen left with a ghost in his Gibson caseThat rose up to watch the wolf roam freeCos ev’ry drifter’s spirit, is a wind that won’t be stillAnd living’s slowly dying, ‘less it can go where it willWhen I travel with the rodeoI don’t pose for pictures after showsI ice my back…take my prize and goCos sawdust is man’s true legacyI’ve left teardrops in each town I’ve stayedMy dad wishin’ I’d picked up his tradeWoman peekin’ through a window shadeBy the moon to watch the wolf roam freeCos ev’ry drifter’s spirit, is a wind that won’t be stillAnd living’s slowly dying, ‘less it can go where it will©2007 Robert George

[bc]

Fine words, that honor the spirit of the wolf. Someday we'll share a campfire and I'll knap you a flint point. Well done.

[good4somethingbum]

thanks Brian...I rewrote it a bit.