Wild Woman of the Hills

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WILD WOMAN OF THE HILLS (DADGAD)
© Bob Wright

She’d lost track of the wars they’d won and suffered those they’d lost
The very ground she walked upon was bloody with the cost
Yet things still grew when planted there if sun and rain were right
She didn’t know how that could be and didn’t pray at night

Now those who saw her in the hills assumed she’d lost a son
A husband or a father maybe all or maybe one
With eyes as wild as winter clouds she sang to those who came
A wordless song so sad and true they never were the same

They heard the guns they heard the screams they heard the cannons roar
They saw the bodies piled upon a cold and lonely shore
They tasted blood and innocence torn from the soldiers true
They left her food and left her there with all the things she knew

Then I received a letter and it said that I must serve
It said a war was being fought they needed men with nerve
I hiked beyond the village where the air was cool and pure
Walked up to her cabin and I knocked upon the door

She said I tell no fortunes here and no spells do I cast
But you can see the future just by looking at the past
And then she sang her song to me it filled my heart with dread
To see how little things had changed despite the many dead

So I ignored my summons and my friends went marching off
The people in my village wouldn’t talk to me no more
They drove me out upon the road and left me there to roam
And pass the caskets of my friends as they are coming home

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from The Diver, released January 1, 2008

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Bob Wright/ Harbortown New York, New York

He is a multi-instrumentalist, an award winning songwriter and Bob Wright songs are often mistaken for traditional songs because their immigrant roots run deep beneath the surface of America and back to the places they came from for nurturing and inspiration. They surface in a modern world, constructed with a modern sensibility and a comforting resonance with the past. ... more

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