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Jack Brown: Music

Do You Still Think Of Me

(Jack Brown)
June 26, 2008
Jack Brown
Written in Palo Duro Canyon, south of Amarillo, and on the airplane and/or in airports on the way back from a trip there. You don't want to know the rest.
DO YOU STILL THINK OF ME
© Jack Brown

The sun shines down on the canyon ground in every shade and hue.
The reds and whites and golds are the same as the stains upon my shoes.
I’ve hiked all mornin’ and feet are warnin’ it’s time to rest and take a break or two.
I wonder aloud if this table I’ve found in the cool and welcome shade
Is the one where you sat and wrote that letter on another sunny day.
And now all I can see is you and me as the splendor all around me fades to gray.

CHORUS 1
Do you still think of me when the wind weeps through the willow trees?
Do you still think of me when you see a red-tailed hawk soar on a breeze?
Do you remember walks and carefree talks under skies of deepest blue?
Do you still think of me as frequently as I still think of you?

I see long-gone days splashing through the waves as we felt them crash and roll
And afternoons over waterfalls flowing crystal-clear and cold
And evening runs in the setting sun as we chased the wind through fields of green and gold.
I see a tent in the pines with homegrown wine and a fire glowing warm.
And that little cave in the rock face wall where we sheltered from the storm.
Yes, in every place I see your face and I wonder if you see mine anymore.

CHORUS 2
Do you still think of me when the stars light up the midnight sky?
Do you still think of me when the snow falls on the mountains in July?
Do you remember nights in the full moon’s light under skies of velvet blue?
Do you still think of me as frequently as I still think of you?

BRIDGE
As I watch the clouds come rolling round the shaded canyon bend,
I recall a night by candlelight when we hoped the rain would never ever end.

CHORUS 3
Do you still think of me when you smell wildflowers bloom in May?
Do you still think of me when you hear the thunder rumble far away?
Do you remember dawn of a morn long-gone under sky of orange and blue?
Do you still think of me as frequently as I still think of you?