Siskiyou

You see the ashes, I see the flames

Tallest of mountains without a name

Do you remember falling for me?

Drifting through deadwood, our way to the sea

Valleys on fire, smoke in the sky

Forester's daughter, her hand in mine

Twelve months of wander, three months of pain

One week of patience, one day the same

One week of patience, one day the same

You see the ashes, I see the flames

Longest of rivers without a name

Twelve months of wander, three months of pain

One week of patience, one day the same

One week of patience, one day the same