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Song For Grandfather Mountain (My Heart Does Remember)

So I’m sitting on Grandfather mountain listening to all these celtic and pseudo-celtic singers, and I started thinking, "I could write a song like that." It seemed a pretty simple recipe, sort of like chocolate chip cookies. Instead of flour, butter and eggs, just mention hearbreak and wandering the hills, mix in a little longing, and there you go.
Bon appetite!

I knew from the first you belonged in my heart,
You were part of me then, even though
I was so young, with the heart of a child
And so much of love I did not know,
And so much of life I could not know.

But you came and you left like the wind in the trees,
Your wild heart I could touch but not hold
You bid me farewell one sweet autumn morn
When the year turned the mountain to gold
And the sun turned my tears to gold.

So many years, so many miles ago,
So many young dreams not fulfilled.
Where does love go as the years roll on by?
It lives in the heart, even still
And you’re here in my heart, even still.

As I wander the hills, all the trees speak your name
And the wind, it recalls me your face
Though t’was lost from my sight half a lifetime ago
I think of you now, in this place
and I wish you were here, in this place.

Now I watch the moon rise and I wonder, my dear,
Does it shine on you now just the same?
Do you wish you had come back to try one more time?
Do you hear my soft voice in the rain?
Does the summer storm whisper my name?

Oh the heart remains young with the passing of time,
Of dreams it surrenders but few
And my heart can’t forget what you meant to me once
And my love, it still longs for you,
Yes my heart does remember you.