The Old Blog in the Desert

Written in July 1972. For being only 11 or 12, I think I was a little obsessed with my hometown and death…

Mouth of the Klamath, fog rolls in from the sea
My desire lives beyond the tallest redwood tree.

Too far have I traveled, so much have I seen,
Heights of the mountain, the valleys below,
Hot sandy deserts, the sunset a glow.
Friend, carry me back to that river I know.

Mouth of the Klamath, fog rolls in from the sea
My desire resides beyond the tallest redwood tree.

Run through the fern, a child of the Glen
At night shine those stars, Heaven’s preview
Won’t you carry me back to those days where
Time and my life along that river shined true.

Mouth of the Klamath, fog rolls in from the sea
My desire survives beyond the tallest redwood tree.

Cheers at the sunshine and smiles in the rain
Still take me back to where memories remain
Hearts filled with fire, ever higher and higher
As they carry me back to the banks of the Klamath.

Mouth of the Klamath, fog rolls in from the sea
God deliver me home to my childhood reverie.

Mouth of the Klamath, fog rolls in from the sea
My desire lays buried beyond the tallest redwood tree.