Tuckerman's Ravine

How'd you get up there, to the top of that cliff, 
You said, sealskins on the bottoms of your skis
And you’d fly back down into the face of what if 
With the wind in your ears and the snow by your knees

Old wooden skis stacked up in the garage 
Thrown into the dumpster when the house got sold
But I bet you got lost remembering 
That giant bowl of snow, that bowl of snow

Tuckerman's Ravine, Tuckerman's Ravine
How I wish that you had told me more of what you'd seen and done
I would take the stories off your tongue

German forest, tiny farmhouse behind enemy lines
Farmer took you in, let you sleep in his barn,
And gave you a map around the land mines

And that song about a sparrow, you sang in perfect Russian 
With soldiers you needed to get something from
You and Russian soldiers and a tipsy little sparrow
How’d you know that song, that Russian drinking song, oh

Tuckerman's Ravine, Tuckerman's Ravine
How I wish you had told me more of what you'd seen and done,
I would take the stories off your tongue, 
And carry them forward with me

Sometimes I wonder what made you dare 
To take chance upon chance and expect to be spared
I never used to think I would care 
Now I wish you could take me there, take me there, to 

Tuckerman's Ravine, Tuckerman's Ravine
How I wish you had told me more of what you'd seen and done, 
I would take the stories off your tongue
And carry them forward with me, carry them in my memory, of 
Tuckerman's Ravine, Tuckerman's Ravine …

© Tina deVaron 2013


02 Tuckerman's Ravine

Tina deVaron