Prayer in a Singer's Mouth [for Bobbi]

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[Intro] [Bright, cascading acoustic fingerpicking with a slight "walking" bass line on the guitar]

[Verse 1]
The fog rolls in like woodsmoke
o’er the hills of Marin County
And the redwoods drink the heavy mist,
a green and silent bounty
I’ve got my boots and leather pack
and a spirit running free
Down where the cliffs of Point Reyes
meet the crashing of the sea
It’s a land of salt and cedar,
of the wolf, the bear, the hawk
Where the wind across the headlands
is the only one who talks.

[Chorus]
Oh, California,
you’re a prayer in a singer's mouth
From the Mendocino timber
to the valleys in the south
We were chasing down the morning
with flowers in our hair
And the ghost scent of patchouli
hanging in the air.

[Verse 2]
Back in the city’s heart,
the Haight was blooming like a rose
With the scent of sweetest incense
andwith bells upon our toes
We gathered in the meadow
just to hear the poets rhyme
Thinking we could heal the world
if we only had the time
Candles in the windows
for the brothers in the night
Walking toward a future
that was bathed in golden light.

[Bridge] [Mandolin solo or upbeat melodic guitar bridge]
Peace was more than just a word,
it was the way the water ran
Love was just the simple touch
of a neighbor’s calloused hand
We believed the dream was anchored
in the soil and in the trees
Floating like a redwood seed
upon the summer breeze.

[Verse 3]
And though the years have drifted
like the tide across the sand
I can still feel all the magic
of this rugged, holy land
From the panhandle sunshine
to the Mission’s quiet sun
The song of all our people,
it has only just begun
I’ll give my praise to every dawn
that lights the Golden Gate
And the healing in the wilderness
for those who learn to wait.

[Outro] [Final sustained acoustic chord]
Peace and Love in the redwoods...
Another Golden State morning...

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[Intro] [Bright, cascading acoustic fingerpicking with a slight "walking" bass line on the guitar] [Verse 1] The fog rolls in like woodsmoke o’er the hills of Marin County And the redwoods drink the heavy mist, a green and silent bounty I’ve got my boots and leather pack and a spirit running free Down where the cliffs of Point Reyes meet the crashing of the sea It’s a land of salt and cedar, of the wolf, the bear, the hawk Where the wind across the headlands is the only one who talks. [Chorus] Oh, California, you’re a prayer in a singer's mouth From the Mendocino timber to the valleys in the south We were chasing down the morning with flowers in our hair And the ghost scent of patchouli hanging in the air. [Verse 2] Back in the city’s heart, the Haight was blooming like a rose With the scent of sweetest incense andwith bells upon our toes We gathered in the meadow just to hear the poets rhyme Thinking we could heal the world if we only had the time Candles in the windows for the brothers in the night Walking toward a future that was bathed in golden light. [Chorus] Oh, California, you’re a prayer in a singer's mouth From the Mendocino timber to the valleys in the south We were chasing down the morning with flowers in our hair And the ghost scent of patchouli hanging in the air. [Bridge] [Mandolin solo or upbeat melodic guitar bridge] Peace was more than just a word, it was the way the water ran Love was just the simple touch of a neighbor’s calloused hand We believed the dream was anchored in the soil and in the trees Floating like a redwood seed upon the summer breeze. [Verse 3] And though the years have drifted like the tide across the sand I can still feel all the magic of this rugged, holy land From the panhandle sunshine to the Mission’s quiet sun The song of all our people, it has only just begun I’ll give my praise to every dawn that lights the Golden Gate And the healing in the wilderness for those who learn to wait. [Outro] [Final sustained acoustic chord] Peace and Love in the redwoods... Another Golden State morning...

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