Here is a poem that my lady sent down   Some morning while I was away   Wrote on the back of a leaf that she found   Somewhere around Monterey      And here is the key to a house far away   Where I used to live as a child   They tore down the building when I moved away   And left the key unreconciled      And down in the canyon, the smoke starts to rise   It rides on the wind till it reaches your eyes   When faced with the past   The strongest man cries, cries      And down in the canyon, the smoke starts to rise   It rides on the wind till it reaches your eyes   When faced with the past   The strongest man cries, cries      And here is a sunrise to set on your sill   The ghosts of the dawn moving near   They pass through your sorrow   And leave you quite still, sitting among souvenirs