Something cries so low at night in silence Something cries so low at night of home Drifting far across that Columbia River I still hear that freight-train's lonesome cry Winds in forests nothing now but memories Mountains turning dark against the sky There's a sudden movement in the dark woods Down there by the clearing stands a deer
Stillness seems to be the only music Echoed in the night an evening star
Winds in forests nothing now but memories Mountains turning dark against the sky
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