Pebble Spirit

Remember when we'd spend those summer weeks

At your grandfather's orchard in sharpsburg on antietam creek?

He'd work in those fields picking pippins to sell back in town

We'd help all through morning with dirt on my slacks and your gown

On white stallions we'd ride

'Long the bridge that my father had crossed with burnside

Pebble spirit I rode

How she galloped for miles down that old sunken road

We'd look toward the hills to that river so mighty and wide

That sun on those shimmering mountains would glow in your eyes

And just like its peak, lord, our spirits were certainly high

Just like that flooding potomac, our ardor would rise

By that elm in the dell

We'd lay down and hear tales your grandfather would tell

About the battle frontier

How he traveled for miles as an old musketeer

They're rushing for gold out in california

If you get past those rockies your bound to make your way

Sometimes I feel like I'm growing up fast like a weed

But old oaks all sprout from a seed

Unlike that endless road, those days had to end

And you'd stop returning those lette I'd ardently send

I heard that you're traveling westward, been searching for gold

But I'll always remember those stories your grandfather told

I'm blowing through wind so damn fast like a tumbleweed

But old oaks all sprout from a seed