Intro: G Am C G Em C G Am C G
It's high on a mountain the warm winds are blowing
Am C G
And where the winds are blowing to, there ain't no way of knowing
Em C G
The mountain grass is short, it's dry and close to burning
Am C G
Crying out for water as the season's turning
Em G C G
The sweet smell of the pines__, the tall western cedar
Am C G Am C G
Drifting on the wind, through the mountains like a river
I've been too long away from this wild open sky
Am C G
On the concrete trails that wind through the canyons dark and wide
Em C G
The sounds of people talking in words of blue and grey
Am C G
And smells of doors and windows closed against the day
Em G C G
The sweet smell of the pines__, the tall western cedar
Am C G
Drifting on the wind, through the mountains like a river
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