(Mark Erelli)      There are seven sisters weeping   Down by the old oxbow   As the coffee colored river   Swells with melting snow      Soon a bittersweet new season   Will turn the gray to green again   And I'll have to find a way   To say goodbye to you, my friend      CHORUS   I'm gonna miss you this I know   Though I'll be just another memory when I go   Will you forgive me all my sins   And gather me back in   Like the prodigal son no more to roam   Will you let me once again call you home      The sky is open like a chalice   All along the river road   Where the patchwork field tobacco barns   Shiver in the cold      I could drink it in for hours   And never take my fill   I tell myself that I'll forget   But I know I never will      (CHORUS)      The wild birds take their passage   Across the vernal sky   Like an arrow loosed from God's own bow   So swift and true they fly      Lord, draw me from your quiver   Take away my tears   Shoot me o'er the seven sisters   Somewhere far away from here