To Live is to Fly — for Ellen Hoitsma

To Live is to Fly, by Townes Van Zandt
*one modified verse

Katrina Holmberg, Becky Bloom, Chris Peterson

Days, up and down they come
Like rain on a conga drum
Forget most, remember some
But don’t turn none away

Everything is not enough
And nothin’ is too much to bear
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there

Oh to live is to fly
Both low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes

*Build a fire keep it low
The story ‘round the circle goes
When they walk away you’ll see
Embers in their eyes

The choice is yours to make
Time is yours to take
Some sail upon the sea
Some toil upon the stone


Goodbye to all my friends
It’s time to go again
Think of all the poetry
And the pickin’ down the line

I’ll miss the system here
The bottom’s low and the treble’s clear
But it don’t pay to think too much
On things you leave behind