Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Many Trails, artist - Bill Miller. Album song The Red Road, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 29.07.1993
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Many Trails |
A boy heard the voice of the whippoorwill one night |
and went out to find where he was singing. |
He had to walk quite a ways through a big field, because the |
song of the whippoorwill carried so well in the wind he sound much closer then he really was. |
And on the way |
the boy found a well worn trail, so he stayed on it for a while. |
And sitting in the middle of the trail was coyote, |
and coyote was singing too. |
He turned and saw the |
boy and he said Why are you follow me? |
The boy |
was frightened and said Well the trail you made |
happened to be a short and easy way through this |
field. |
Then coyote asked Well if your not following |
me then why are you here? |
Well I heard the beautiful |
song of the whippoorwill and wanted to watch him |
sing. |
Well do you not think my songs are beautiful?, |
said coyote. |
Oh, said the boy, there good but I hear |
you all the time. |
I much prefer the songs of the |
whippoorwill This made coyote furious and he was |
jealous of the whippoorwill’s song. |
He said Listen to my night song you might like this one And he pulled |
back his head and yodeled out a tune. |
The boy |
covered his ears and politely said, Thank you for the |
song, but I must be going now. |
Well, coyote said, I can show you a short cut to the whippoorwill boy, and |
where he sings is just over there. |
Pointing his claw, |
smiling out of the side of his mouth. |
The boy paused, |
looked around, he knew the night was passing fast so he agreed to follow coyote. |
But coyote’s trail was |
rough and rocky. |
And the boy fell in quite a few |
gopher holes along the way. |
Coyote turned around |
and laughed and he yelled to the boy. |
Were almost |
there, hurry up. |
Coyote was at a full trot but the boy |
had just fallen again and hurt his knee. |
And by the time |
he got to the place where the whippoorwill had been |
singing all night, it was morning. |
Whippoorwill was |
gone. |
And so was coyote, in fact he could hear |
coyote’s songs in another field. |
So the boy turned and |
headed for home, covered with burrs, misq bites and a skinned up knee. |
And it was many summers later |
when the boy became a wiser man. |
And he realized, |
there are no shortcuts to find something you really |
love. |
But there are many trails in this life. |
So you must |
stay true to your path, and always keep and eye out |
for coyote. |