There's thorns on the cactus tree
There's thorns on the rose
There's
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In the overcrowded cities where the nights are bright as
Up through the branches
The stars shine above
On the arroyos
And mesas
May the trail rise up to meet you
May your heart
Forefathers
Dan Fogelberg
They came from Scandinavia, the land of midnight s
The hours grow shorter as the days go by
You never
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
Telling me just
Broken clouds along the blue horizon
The sun is setting and
The light is long
The sun is low
I'm ridin' fast across
I was walking alone, through the lofty San Juans
With a
