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Hanging Hills - Pebble Spirit Lyrics

Remember when
We'd spend those summer weeks
At your grandfather's orchard
In sharpsburg on antietam creek?
He'd work in those fields
Picking pippins to sell back in town
We'd help all through morning
With dirt on my slacks and your gown
On white stallions we'd ride
'Long the bridge that my father
Had crossed with burnside
Pebble spirit I rode
How she galloped for miles down that old sunken road

We'd look toward the hills to that river so mighty and wide
That sun on those shimmering mountains
Would glow in your eyes
And just like its peak, lord, our spirits were certainly high
Just like that flooding potomac, our ardor would rise
By that elm in the dell
We'd lay down and hear tales your grandfather would tell
About the battle frontier
How he traveled for miles as an old musketeer

They're rushing for gold out in california
If you get past those rockies your bound to make your way
Sometimes I feel like I'm growing up fast like a weed
But old oaks all sprout from a seed
Unlike that endless road, those days had to end
And you'd stop returning those lette I'd ardently send
I heard that you're traveling westward
Been searching for gold
But I'll always remember
those stories your grandfather told
I'm blowing through wind
So damn fast like a tumbleweed
But old oaks all sprout from a seed