Julie Snow
Here came a wanderer, a woman with no name, she said
“I only have one question, am I crazy or sane
To look for love more binding than the moon’s pull on me
So I can stop all this wandering, set my poor soul free.”
“Oh this may not make sense to you,” she said, and then she cried
“Oh there is no darker prison than the endless mile.”To fly, though your wings are tired
Run, though your heart is crying
Somebody hold me close by the fire
There’s no darker prison than the endless mile.
No darker prison than the endless mile.Love has touched me many times, I’ve never lived alone
But like a stranger in a dream I could not hold on.
Slip away like a sunny day when the clouds come rolling in
Then run like hell from the hurricane, seek shelter within.And fly, though my wings were tired
Run, though my heart was crying
Somebody hold me close by the fire
There’s no darker prison than the endless mile.
guitar– Lui Collins
tenor guitar– Bill Lauf, Jr.
vocal harmonies– Julie Snow, Bill Lauf, Jr., Guy Wolff, Lui Collins