Grinding Stone Timothy B. Schmit

See the hills on the other side
Way beyond the meadow wide
Standing underneath the azure sky
In a state of harmony

Feel the breeze while the tall grass sways
To the music of ancient ways
It's a dance that can last for days
Like the deepest memory

Put on your boots and them let's go
I'll take you down to the sacred grove
Here's a thing or two you ought to know
There's a world we cannot see

We are walking on hollowed ground
Where the native spirits abound
This is where the Chumash found
Life and destiny

Oh, and it's bitter sweet
On one hand it's a sad old story
And on the other it's a field of dreams
It's pain and glory

Why is it me that gets to reap what's been sown?
By the sweat and blood of all those before me
I am so grateful now to call this my home
And I'll take good care of that 'ol grinding stone