Edge of the Canyon

There is a time when we dance in the morning

When we are young, and our feet are free

We sweep along to the sweet, sweet music

And the song of love, keeps our spirit free.

And then the dance, becomes the dance of the loved ones

Our love goes out on a windy night

It sweeps along on a rocky headland

And our love is a horn blast on a stormy night.

Here you stand, on the edge of the canyon

Looking down on the deep abyss

Here you stand on the edge of the canyon

No place to be on a night like this

No place to be on a night like this

If you lose your way in the ancient forest

Or the oceans deep or the desert wide

Just look for the north star and walk toward it

Its your own true compass, it will be your guide

There may come a time when the trail departs you

And you walk for days in the edge of fear

You are stumbling blind; you are wandering mindless

Then the mountains’ part and you find your here

Here you stand, on the edge of the canyon

Looking down on the deep abyss

Here you stand on the edge of the canyon

No place to be on a night like this

No place to be on a night like this.

There will come a sunrise over the East rim

The clouds will scatter and the air will warm

But now we stand on the edge of the canyon 

Wait for the morning, in the throes of the storm

Here you stand, on the edge of the canyon

Looking down on the deep abyss

Here you stand on the edge of the canyon

No place to be on a night like this

No place to be on a night like this

Written by Sara Hoxie. Song appeared on the album Prayer for Feather River.