there's a man who's been out sailing
in a decade full of dreams
and he takes her to a schooner
and he treats her like a queen
bearing beads from california
with their amber stones and green
he has called her from the harbor
he has kissed her with his freedom
he has heard her off to starboard
in the breaking and the breathing
while she was busy being free
there's a man who's climbed a mountain
and he's calling out her name
and he hopes her heart can hear
he can think her there beside him
he can miss her just the same
he has missed her in the forest
while he showed her all the flowers
and the branches sang the chorus
as he climbed the scaly towers of a forest tree
while she was somewhere being free
there's a man who's sent a letter
and he's waiting for reply
he has asked her of her travels
since the day they said goodbye