Kate Wolf

Kate Wolf - Old Jerome lyrics

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Drinking early morning coffee, talking with good friends 
And walking the streets of rough cut stone

She was once a miners’ city, now the ghost of a dying town 
But there’s a fire burning bright in old Jerome

Some have come for fortune
Some have come for love
And some have come for the things they cannot see

Now the grass is green and growing where the gardens once had died 
And the birds sing in the young Ailanthus trees

And they say that once you live here you never really go 
‘Cause she’ll have a hold on you until you die

With her ground moving crazy, her fierce wind blowing free 
And her ruins standing proud against the sky

Houses cling to mountains like miners cling to dreams
They hold on so long and then they just let go

And this mountain she’s your mistress, you’ll ride her ’til you fall 
And wash down to the valley far below

There are stories that tell on Cleopatra
There are stories that never can be told
The wind and the rain sing their mountain lullaby
The copper shines like Arizona gold

And her walls stand strong and silent, staring out with empty eyes 
Like beggars blind and lame that do no harm

With their empty rooms that hold the old town’s memories
And their doorways that reach out like empty arms

In the streets the children play climbing up the crooked stairs
And lovers touch and turn to go back home

And the sounds of hammers echo in the once forgotten halls
And hope stirs in the heart of old Jerome

The moon shines bright on Cleopatra
The mines lie sleeping far below
The wind and the rain sing their mountain lullaby
And copper shines like Arizona gold
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rhino Records

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Released in: 1988

Language: English

Appearing on: Weaver of Visions (2000)

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