Shiloh
By doughunt
Shiloh, Shiloh, your home is in the mountain head into the wind, standing all alone life is in the breeze on high Shiloh, Shiloh, your place is in the meadow running through the grasses, chasing 'way the hours waiting for tomorrow's find And the sun's golden peak beckons to you as you fly to the west, lost in your dream and the sky opens up, coming to view, the earth at it's birth, out of your reach Shiloh, Shiloh, your time is with the forest lie beneath the pine, starry sky above and you sigh to see it end Written July 23rd, 1974 © on Aug 28 2001 03:21 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Shiloh, Shiloh, your home is in the mountain..."