Summer Sky And A Throat Bone Dry

And The Fields Are All Gold

Dusty Lane With A Song In My Brain

And It Stoned Me To My Soul



I Climb Higher Move Towards The Fire.....blaze Sun



Silver Trees And A Whispering Breeze

Are My Sight And My Sound

The Thought Of Heaven Couldn¡¯t Drag Me From The Path

When I¡¯m Wandering Here Alone



I Climb Higher Move Towards The Fire.... So Blaze Sun

Watch Until It Dies Slow Falling From The Sky

Pale Fading Sun