Song of Ascents, a song

A song about the West and homesickness and also hope and wonder.





Song of Ascents

The harvest moon is hovering
On the edge of autumn orange
And I’m rising up
But that’s no way to start a song
When there’s no good rhyme for orange
And I’m rising up

And the noonday sun is nearly there
At the tip of the blue sky
I’m rising up
After all my life I’m looking down
And I haven’t risen high
But I’m rising up

I’m rising up, out of a haze of innocence
With a song in my head that just dies on my lips
When I try to listen for it
I’m rising up, drawn on by your magnificence
And I know what you said when we started this trip
You’re gonna fly when you catch wind of it
Your song of ascents

The city lights are sparkling
On the edge of the horizon
I’m rising up
Though there’s miles to go I’m almost home
I just have to close my eyes
And I’m rising up

The prairie wind is wandering
Like the footsteps of a pilgrim
I’m rising up
And her clouds are piling in the sky
Like a bowl filled to the brim
And I’m rising up

I’m rising up, out of a haze of innocence
With a song in my head that just dies on my lips
When I try to listen for it
I’m rising up, drawn on by your magnificence
And I know what you said when we started this trip
You’re gonna fly when you catch wind of it
Your song of ascents

Sometimes the lights above seem just within my reach
Sometimes you can’t get there for trying
Sometimes it seems the ground is reeling far below
And what you thought was angel-song was only vertigo

I’m rising up, out of a haze of innocence
With a song in my head that just dies on my lips
When I try to listen for it
I’m rising up, drawn on by your magnificence
And I know what you said when we started this trip
You’re gonna fly when you catch wind of it
Your song of ascents