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62 Our Brown County March / April 2022
Browning Mountain
I took you up Browning Mountain, you did not know what you would see The sky hung blue on Browning Mountain, there stood the forest through the trees We walked the tracks of some old mule train— it took us back through fallen leaves It was on our way up Browning Mountain, that we passed the ghosts of you and me
They were dressed in plain and simple clothing. They were walking down as we walked up With their arms entwined, they could not see us— their eyes were filled with timeless love I took your hand in joy and sorrow. We watched them fade so peacefully We were halfway there, up Browning Mountain, touched by grace and nearly free
On Nebo ridge we felt the silence, and with your eyes you questioned me were those the ghosts of past or future? It’ s hard to know what’ s meant to be It was near the edge that I stopped you— I said ahead is the mystery Now close your eyes— I know you trust me, there’ s even more for you to see
Where the view was almost sacred, across the hill like scattered bones these giant rocks lay in an order as if the gods played dominoes We don’ t know why, when, or how dear, these ancient stones came here to be But they’ ve made their bed up on Browning Mountain— Won’ t you rest your head on one with me?
Just the sound of a lonesome sparrow, and the dance of a single leaf On a sun-warmed stone we lay together Sometimes the truth is a mystery
~ by singer / songwriter Tim Grimm From the CD Coyote’ s Dream photo by Joe Persinger