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[Intro] [Verse] Pine needles thick beneath my boots Tangled in the hemlock roots Canvas bag is heavy on my back Tucked inside the weathered pack Faded ink on yellowed pages Wages earned for lonely ages I track the ridge where the eagles fly Underneath the copper sky [Pre-Chorus] From the smoke of the logging camp To the glow of a kitchen lamp I’m the ghost upon the trail Carrying the mountain mail [Chorus] (Oh, let the words fly home) Let them fly (Across the ridge and the sky) Way up high I’m the bridge that no one sees Walking through the cedar trees (Keep the fire) Burning bright (Through the cold) Of the night Every line is a hand to hold More precious than the mountain gold [Verse] Fire tower stands so tall Watching for the embers' fall Smoldering in the morning dew I’ve a note for Jane and Sue Crumpled edges, folded tight Written by the kerosene light They tell of saws and heavy timber Hearts that ache and souls that shimmer [Pre-Chorus] From the smoke of the logging camp To the glow of a kitchen lamp I’m the ghost upon the trail Carrying the mountain mail [Chorus] (Oh, let the words fly home) Let them fly (Across the ridge and the sky) Way up high I’m the bridge that no one sees Walking through the cedar trees (Keep the fire) Burning bright (Through the cold) Of the night Every line is a hand to hold More precious than the mountain gold [Bridge] Miles are long and the hills are steep Promises that a man must keep Fiddle cries in the canyon breeze Bringing the giants to their knees Love is a map in a stranger's hand Scattered across this timber land [Solo] [Verse] Sun is setting in the west Give the weary soul a rest One more mile until the town Lay the heavy burden down I’ll take the answers back again Through the mud and through the rain Just a ranger on his round Walking on this sacred ground [Chorus] (Oh, let the words fly home) Let them fly (Across the ridge and the sky) Way up high I’m the bridge that no one sees Walking through the cedar trees (Keep the fire) Burning bright (Through the cold) Of the night Every line is a hand to hold More precious than the mountain gold [Outro]
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