Stars At Noon — Anke Summerhill

A bend in Glen Canyon of the Colorado River, Grand Canyon, c. 1898. By George Wharton James, 1858—1923 – http://digitallibrary.usc.edu/cdm/ref/collection/p15799coll65/id/17037, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=30894893

Stars At Noon

Words and music by Anke Summerhill

Quiet beauty surrounds you
So does the wind the whole year, too
Your red rock canyons are a shelter
From many storms that I’ve been through
Canyons so deep
You can see the stars at noon

It’s a paradise I’m thinking of
Dreaming comes easy
As I’m held within these walls
And the river gently sings her lullaby

Sometimes the silence overwhelms me
Perhaps it’s something in the air
I wish that I could go more often
For I find peace and comfort there
Canyons so deep
You can see the stars at noon

It’s a paradise I’m thinking of
Dreaming comes easy
As I’m held within these walls
And the river gently sings her lullaby

Tiny flowers in the springtime
Where cold water swirls around late frost
This canyon serves as a reminder
Of so much wilderness that’s lost
Canyons so deep
You can see the stars at noon

It’s a paradise I’m thinking of
Dreaming comes easy
As I’m held within these walls
And the river gently sings her lullaby

Dreaming comes easy
As I’m held within these walls
And the river gently sings her lullaby

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