you say you think that we should talk this over
as if some kind of treasure’s there to find
but I don’t hear no words to say
people talk too much anyway
I’d rather be a rumor in your mind

now Johnny he may wait at the cliffs of Dover
but this place can be all earth shoes and blank stares
it’s a price I just won’t pay
and you won’t entertain today
no there won’t be any angels unawares

    “He made a vow while in state prison
      Vowed it would be my life or his'n
      I'm not afraid of death but, oh...”

once I laid you down in fields of clover
and never did I measure to refine
now I’m a kite that’s blown away
on a string that could not stay
in your hand I’m just a rumor in your mind


Copyright Hills Snyder, 2004

    “Do Not Forsake Me [The Ballad of High Noon]”,
     words by Ned Washington, music by Dmitri Tiomkin