Wildewood Spring - Eliza Gilkyson

In the building block canyons the urban survivors

Are trapped in the gridlock of 9 to 5 thing

Burning their candles while gas engines idle

They long for revival in wildewood spring

Come down where the wild birds sing

Come down where the water’s clean

Down in the wildewood spring

Post grads from west texas, hippies from manor

Float with the rednecks as kids do their thing

First nations linger with the ghost of john traynor

In the deep waters of wildewood spring

Come down…

I remember the first time I knew I could love him

And this would be more than a vow and a ring

With the last rays of hope and the blue sky above him

He flung himself into the wildewood spring

Come down…