The crystal gay softness unbroken by sunlight
And rainbows have died for the day
A pine needle pillow of dreamed-upon memories
Walked over winds blown away

Time doesn't enter my singular solitude
Mysteries of night thoughts come begging to me
Where lonely well-meaning is only allowable
Thoughts of my past bring my present to me

I laugh at my lyrics while singing to night birds
The words only mess up the tune
And count all the stars'til I run out of numbers
And find that I'm sleeping too soon

Night is for laughing or walking a quiet path
Lying in clover on top of a hill
I lay here dreaming of sailing on silver wings
Morning comes dancing and I'm dreaming still

And I'm off on a high country caravan, gone again
Following the ones who went before;
Don't think that I'm going back again
I couldn't stand the games of man
I just won't play at all no more
I sit in the sunrise and search for the morningstar
Fighting the sun to be seen
Standing in springtime and watching the trees working
Changing the dead leaves to green

And I'm off on a high country caravan, gone again
Following the ones who went before;
Don't think that I'm going back again
I couldn't stand the games of man
I just won't play at all no more

Daylight it decorates all that it falls upon
Everything 'round me it feels like my own
Walking a straight path from here over yonder way
Me feeling happy, for once all alone

And I'm off on a high country caravan
Where I've been is all a sin I'd just as soon forget;
Can't see no reason to look behind
I might find some of the kind I've seen before
We've already met

Out across the valley on through the creek bed
My footprints are seen by the dove
And he flies on by me and calls to his love mate
The smile fits my face like a glove
Down in the gulley the going gets rougher now
Turn loose my footstep I go where they will
If you pass this way you might possibly find me here
Staring at God from the top of a hill