Purple Sky

As much as I miss the greens and whites of northern Wisconsin, I’ve long been in love with the purple orange sunsets of the Arizona desert.

This song owes much to The Sons of the Pioneers, especially by way of Michael Nesmith’s album Tropical Campfires and the songs Moon Over the Rio Grande and Twilight on the Trail.

Lyrics

as the last rays of the sun spill pink and orange into a purple sky
stony grey encircles lazy flames that flicker yellow-red
cerulean and sage fade into the quiet of the night
twinkling dewdrops stitched across the royal velvet quilt overhead

unhurried now we nestle in the glowing warm as day is done
shorter days and colder nights, a slower rhythm to our day
simple food and quiet talk till silence crackles in the fire
nodding heads let dreaming gently take our hand and lead us on our way

our blankets bring a balm that soothes and wipes away the aches
the sweetest sleep falls over those who know their work has all been done
when we awake tomorrow we’ll start afresh and journey down the trail
for now we’ll rest beneath the purple sky left by the pink and orange sun
for now we’ll rest beneath the purple sky left by the pink and orange sun


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