[intro] [verse 1] Robin and I rode our bikes at Arco, Idaho, Craters of the Moon where the black rocks show. Ahh-Ahh trails cracklin’ under our wheels, Poeha ha flows with that old-time feel. [verse 2] I asked her a question as we rolled along, But she didn’t answer, just kept movin’ strong. Like a good husband, I turned around, but she was nowhere near, She was talkin’ Portuguese loud and clear. [interlude] [harmonica] [verse 3] A glassblower man from Peru with a campsite fire, Said “Join us tonight for dinner if you’ve got the desire.” A delicious Peruvian beef BBQ and wine so sweet, Was served us like royalty, Stories danced with the fiddle beat. [bridge] Weeks later a package showed up at our door in Boise, A glass fermentation lock crafted with love. A note said, "Thank you from the lava fields and the midnight air, Bluegrass memories we’ll always share."(...always share) [tag] A thank you from the lava fields and the midnight air, Bluegrass memories we’ll always share. A big thank you from the lava fields and the midnight air,
