(My Father's Legacies)
Lyrics and melody ©1998 by Arlene "Callie"
A fortress of stones jutting up from the
around the next curve, Shasta shrouded in mist,
a steep narrow road winds past clusters of houses,
I think of you often at moments like this.
The mountains and trails, they were ever
you sought them out often for solace and peace,
with snowshoes or skis, with a tent and a backpack,
renewing your spirit in places like these.
Along with my height and a
fondness for puzzles,
a keen eye for detail no other eye sees,
your love of the mountains flows strongly within me,
I think of you often on journeys like these.
At sunset the trees on the ridge are dark
the alpenglow falls on the snow-covered peaks,
as deer venture forth to come browse by the roadside,
I think of you often at moments like these.