Thompson Lyrics

Well I watched as the waters receded

But they won't soon be gone from my dreams

And the echoes of waves still are crashing

Through the dusty and wind-bitten leaves

Each dry river still points to the ocean

And every desert remembers the sea

And I still hear that surf in the nighttime

When there's no one asleep next to me

I will carry my heart to the Thompson again

I will pour out my song where the North and South meet

Will I ever be free? Will I ever be free

From this heartache that's following me?

When I feel that my step's growing heavy

And the the city's a thorn in my side

I turn my thoughts upward and inward

To where the black bear and juniper hide

Oh what will we tell to our children

And what will become of the sea

And where will we keep all our memories

And the pieces of what used to be?

I will carry my heart to the Thompson again

I will pour out my song where the North and South meet

Will I ever be free? Will I never be free

From this heartache that's following me?

The rain found me up on the hilltops

Where the moon hides her face in the pines

And the fossils of fish still wait, dreaming

Of the distant return of the tide

And the rain chased me down from the mountain

Through the sagebrush and pine-beetle trees

And it followed me all along the Thompson

To where the Fraser pours into the sea

And the ocean was gray! Yes, the ocean was gray!

Could it carry my song far away?

Could it carry it far, far away?