From Up Here
Words and music by Anke Summerhill
From up here I can still see your small town
Though from up here I see mostly blue
And the green hills and the mountains
And the rivers that surround them
But I can’t see you
From up here the clouds fly below me
From up here the light is so strong
And as we aim for the horizon
I will try to keep my eyes on
Where I’ve just come from
Then the sun in the heavens
Will shine on us all
Cast shadows on our walls
And make the trees grow tall
From up here From up here
From up here I see the darkness
From up here as it stretches around
To swallow the light
And its silence will surround us
As a curtain falls around us
For another night
Then the moon in the heavens
Will shine on us all
Cast shadows on our walls
And make the oceans fall
From up here From up here
From up here I remember your sweet smiles
From up here I can almost pretend
They were all meant for me
But was it just a trick of the light
There are some things I cannot decide
And I may never know
From up here From up here
From up here
Matt Flinner: mandolin
Christopher Carlson: fiddle
Matt Larson: acoustic bass
Kate MacLeod: congas & dunbec