| Song | Crystal Creek |
| Artist | Dar Williams |
| Album | In the Time of Gods |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:06.38] | You so fleet and youthful must have split a thousand apples. |
| [00:11.19] | Oh I watched you as you steadied first your heart your then breath |
| [00:16.45] | |
| [00:17.90] | Venturing out you scanned a blades thousand of grass, |
| [00:22.38] | And when you drew your bowstring, it was a swift and cordial death. |
| [00:28.03] | |
| [00:29.98] | As you stood in the wilderness |
| [00:33.92] | |
| [00:34.74] | Did you feel the silence in the stillness? |
| [00:39.35] | |
| [00:42.85] | That was me with you in the forest |
| [00:48.53] | For you knew the balances |
| [00:50.90] | The balances before us. |
| [00:53.96] | |
| [00:54.89] | I was guarding Crystal, Crystal Creek |
| [01:07.26] | |
| [01:11.46] | Oh a tree it's a record, a home of memories, |
| [01:17.12] | And every bird springs from an old master's canvas, full in flight. |
| [01:22.75] | And the pond I go to sparkles in a vast estuary, |
| [01:28.99] | And those men saw nothing staring drunken through their sites. |
| [01:34.24] | |
| [01:35.55] | one The who spied me out as goods to plunder, |
| [01:40.49] | I had to show the world that he was not a true hunter. |
| [01:46.69] | |
| [01:48.45] | That was me, |
| [01:49.56] | |
| [01:51.20] | When he saw me naked, |
| [01:54.14] | He was interrupting, |
| [01:56.58] | Something sacred. |
| [01:59.59] | |
| [02:00.59] | I was guarding Crystal, Crystal Creek. |
| [02:12.89] | |
| [02:25.76] | And the newsmen circled leaving trails of cigarette butts |
| [02:31.83] | Machine-like up the hill to Crystal Creek. |
| [02:36.81] | |
| [02:37.75] | “James,” she said, “who would do this thing I’ve seen today, |
| [02:43.18] | I cannot hold my mic, my hands are shaking, knees are weak.” |
| [02:49.91] | “They found a man and he was wrapped in a deerskin, |
| [02:53.72] | |
| [02:54.81] | Riddled through with boxes of his friends'ammunition. |
| [03:00.65] | |
| [03:02.90] | Turn the camera off,” she said. |
| [03:05.33] | |
| [03:11.32] | That was me. |
| [03:12.45] | |
| [03:14.19] | Oh my noble animals, |
| [03:16.94] | You must act with reverence, |
| [03:19.33] | With reverence not like cannibals. |
| [03:22.21] | |
| [03:23.46] | I was guarding Crystal, Crystal Creek |
| [03:36.22] |
| [00:06.38] | You so fleet and youthful must have split a thousand apples. |
| [00:11.19] | Oh I watched you as you steadied first your heart your then breath |
| [00:16.45] | |
| [00:17.90] | Venturing out you scanned a blades thousand of grass, |
| [00:22.38] | And when you drew your bowstring, it was a swift and cordial death. |
| [00:28.03] | |
| [00:29.98] | As you stood in the wilderness |
| [00:33.92] | |
| [00:34.74] | Did you feel the silence in the stillness? |
| [00:39.35] | |
| [00:42.85] | That was me with you in the forest |
| [00:48.53] | For you knew the balances |
| [00:50.90] | The balances before us. |
| [00:53.96] | |
| [00:54.89] | I was guarding Crystal, Crystal Creek |
| [01:07.26] | |
| [01:11.46] | Oh a tree it' s a record, a home of memories, |
| [01:17.12] | And every bird springs from an old master' s canvas, full in flight. |
| [01:22.75] | And the pond I go to sparkles in a vast estuary, |
| [01:28.99] | And those men saw nothing staring drunken through their sites. |
| [01:34.24] | |
| [01:35.55] | one The who spied me out as goods to plunder, |
| [01:40.49] | I had to show the world that he was not a true hunter. |
| [01:46.69] | |
| [01:48.45] | That was me, |
| [01:49.56] | |
| [01:51.20] | When he saw me naked, |
| [01:54.14] | He was interrupting, |
| [01:56.58] | Something sacred. |
| [01:59.59] | |
| [02:00.59] | I was guarding Crystal, Crystal Creek. |
| [02:12.89] | |
| [02:25.76] | And the newsmen circled leaving trails of cigarette butts |
| [02:31.83] | Machinelike up the hill to Crystal Creek. |
| [02:36.81] | |
| [02:37.75] | " James," she said, " who would do this thing I' ve seen today, |
| [02:43.18] | I cannot hold my mic, my hands are shaking, knees are weak." |
| [02:49.91] | " They found a man and he was wrapped in a deerskin, |
| [02:53.72] | |
| [02:54.81] | Riddled through with boxes of his friends' ammunition. |
| [03:00.65] | |
| [03:02.90] | Turn the camera off," she said. |
| [03:05.33] | |
| [03:11.32] | That was me. |
| [03:12.45] | |
| [03:14.19] | Oh my noble animals, |
| [03:16.94] | You must act with reverence, |
| [03:19.33] | With reverence not like cannibals. |
| [03:22.21] | |
| [03:23.46] | I was guarding Crystal, Crystal Creek |
| [03:36.22] |
| [00:06.38] | You so fleet and youthful must have split a thousand apples. |
| [00:11.19] | Oh I watched you as you steadied first your heart your then breath |
| [00:16.45] | |
| [00:17.90] | Venturing out you scanned a blades thousand of grass, |
| [00:22.38] | And when you drew your bowstring, it was a swift and cordial death. |
| [00:28.03] | |
| [00:29.98] | As you stood in the wilderness |
| [00:33.92] | |
| [00:34.74] | Did you feel the silence in the stillness? |
| [00:39.35] | |
| [00:42.85] | That was me with you in the forest |
| [00:48.53] | For you knew the balances |
| [00:50.90] | The balances before us. |
| [00:53.96] | |
| [00:54.89] | I was guarding Crystal, Crystal Creek |
| [01:07.26] | |
| [01:11.46] | Oh a tree it' s a record, a home of memories, |
| [01:17.12] | And every bird springs from an old master' s canvas, full in flight. |
| [01:22.75] | And the pond I go to sparkles in a vast estuary, |
| [01:28.99] | And those men saw nothing staring drunken through their sites. |
| [01:34.24] | |
| [01:35.55] | one The who spied me out as goods to plunder, |
| [01:40.49] | I had to show the world that he was not a true hunter. |
| [01:46.69] | |
| [01:48.45] | That was me, |
| [01:49.56] | |
| [01:51.20] | When he saw me naked, |
| [01:54.14] | He was interrupting, |
| [01:56.58] | Something sacred. |
| [01:59.59] | |
| [02:00.59] | I was guarding Crystal, Crystal Creek. |
| [02:12.89] | |
| [02:25.76] | And the newsmen circled leaving trails of cigarette butts |
| [02:31.83] | Machinelike up the hill to Crystal Creek. |
| [02:36.81] | |
| [02:37.75] | " James," she said, " who would do this thing I' ve seen today, |
| [02:43.18] | I cannot hold my mic, my hands are shaking, knees are weak." |
| [02:49.91] | " They found a man and he was wrapped in a deerskin, |
| [02:53.72] | |
| [02:54.81] | Riddled through with boxes of his friends' ammunition. |
| [03:00.65] | |
| [03:02.90] | Turn the camera off," she said. |
| [03:05.33] | |
| [03:11.32] | That was me. |
| [03:12.45] | |
| [03:14.19] | Oh my noble animals, |
| [03:16.94] | You must act with reverence, |
| [03:19.33] | With reverence not like cannibals. |
| [03:22.21] | |
| [03:23.46] | I was guarding Crystal, Crystal Creek |
| [03:36.22] |