Cottonwood Creek
Cottonwood Creek By Mary Beth Cross (C) 2015
Meadowlark sings at the break of dawn
I stretch as I rise just to hear his song Powder sugar frosting on the foothill peaks Turn from purple majesty to light rose pink
Coyote prints leaving just a trace
A rattlesnake stretches out to sun his face
We give him lots of room let him lie in peace
As another day unfolds down on cottonwood creek Chorus
On Cottonwood Creek the dogs run free
Golden grass sways in the autumn breeze
Coyotes howl as the sun sinks low
So we make our way back home
We make our home down on Cottonwood Creek We make our home down on Cottonwood Creek
Our cabin looks cozy as we round the turn
Smoke rises up in a curious curl
Dinner on the stove not a worry to speak
Just another day of paradise on Cottonwood Creek
By Mary beth Cross © 2016
Bridge:
And the moon, she fades away
Sky’s so bright I have to turn away
Leaves blaze green and gold
On the cottonwoods that line the creek that lead us home On the cottonwoods that line the creek that lead us home
On Cottonwood Creek, on Cottonwood Creek We make our home down on Cottonwood Creek We make our home down on Cottonwood Creek