(Denver/Henry)
Shipmates and cheyenne, raindrops and crying haunt the dreams of
an old, old man.

Candles and church bells, laughter and farewells revolve in his
thoughts like the wind.
Stallions and blizzards, steelies and lizards drift in the

meadows of time.
No sense of progression, of age and direction, no meter, no
form, no rhyme.

I'll hold me one, just one rising sun long after daylight is
gone.
I'll hold me one, one more rising sun till my daylight and

darkness is done.

Kingdoms and cupboards, losers and lovers and evenings of

blackberry wine.
Falling like sand, the memory of hands and kisses, and whispers
and sighs.

I'll hold me one, just one rising sun long after daylight is
gone.
I'll hold me one, one more rising sun till my daylight and

darkness is done.