The Sky

There is a time when the truth is bare

And that's so very sad I know

When I was a kid like a mother's side

I used to hear the freight trains cry

They kept me on the go

You know

Even now I stop to hear

The big trucks shifting gear

It's what I want to know

You know

There is a time when the past is past

Filled with things that never last I know

The freight train's lonesome whistles cry

Becomes a song but there's the sky

Spring always comes again

That old car it was Christmas time

Filled with kids and they were all crying

They had no place to go

I know

There is a time when you face your soul

To find if you are true and whole you know

I remember your face so clear

Sometimes it seems I hear

The softness of your sigh

Your sigh

And I remember another time

Autumn's here and summer's dying

You asked me not to go

Don't goThere is a time when you face the sky

To find if you are here do I know

I like to watch the eagle fly

In the early dawn when the dew's not dry

I hear a rooster crow

Just like a morning star

That you see from afar

Through the clear, clear sky

The sky

The sky