Country Lane

Bonus points today with a bit of fresh snow falling in the Emilia-Romagna hills.

A good day for folk and bluegrass music on the radio.  A bit of Sam Bush keeping me company...

I wish that I cold be an Indian
On a painted pony so fast
No one could ever catch me
I get caught up in my past
I'd ride across many rivers
Too many moons to tell the times
Then Id tell all the young Warriors
Many moons ago this was mine, all mine!
Same ol' river
Same ol' sea!
Same ol' water rushing over me
Same ol' moon
Same ol' sun!
Same ol' race that we've always run
Same ol' race that we've always run