22 miles on a mountain road - Up and down and around we go

My brakes got hot and I had to slow - In the middle of the day

The world grew misty and the air grew green - Doubted my direction ‘neath this canopy

Of oak and ash and maple trees - Well, I thought I’d lost my way

 

Hey oh, winding my way, hey oh, in the middle of the day

 

Right about noon, I broke down - On a tricksy road so far from town

A rusty shack on uneven ground - And I called Triple A

No one home but a dog that barked - And a circle of stones in their front yard

I drifted to sleep and I dropped my guard - And my dreams began to stray

 

Hey oh, winding my way, hey oh, into the middle of the Fae

 

A star awoke before my eyes - And another and another until the sky

Was wings and teeth and poisoned flies - Conspiring I should stay

Old wood carved by rain and snow - Quartz and crystal and dead things’ bones

And I slept there betwixt the stones - And the faeries had their way

 

Bridge (reverse pattern)

They plucked my eyes right from my head and boiled them in the sun

They stuffed my ears with dandelions and ripped away my tongue

They said that I was none of this and deaf and blind and dumb

I was closer to the brilliant soul that I was to become

 

Hey oh, losing my way, hey oh, it was the summer of the Fae

 

I died right there in the summer sun - And the soul I’d thought hard-earned and won

The Faeries, well, they had their fun – till I faded into light

There was nothing left to call my own - Then they gave it all back, and how it shone

They said, “Remember this,” and my eyes flew open – and the tow truck was in sight

 

22 miles on a mountain road – Up and down and around we go

And I won’t look back, ‘cause I’m going home – But I’ll remember this day

 

Hey oh, winding my way, hey oh, in the summer of the Fae

Hey oh, finding my way, hey oh, in the summer of the Fae

22 miles on a mountain road, in the summer of the Fae

 

© LaMonte 6/2011