"Mountain Stream" genre: Folk
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	Paddling a canoe down a steep whitewater creek is one of the greatest pleasures known to some humans.
	CD: That Squirrel Song   Label: AAGMNNR Recordings
	Story Behind the Song This song is kind of an amalgam of the Savage River in western Maryland, the Conway and the Rapdian Rviers in central Virginia, and my own home stream, the Rappahannock. Laura Lengnick plays the excellent fiddle on this recording. Lyrics Mountain Stream ©1992, 1999 by R.A. Gramann Hard rain awoke me in the night. That only means one thing to me. A bunch of guys with plastic boats Will be skipping work today. Grandma has to die again We all meet at the edge of town, Driving for the eastern slopes To ride the water down. I love to ride the back Of a rushing mountain stream, To thread between the eddies Amidst the banks of April green. The icy water warms my blood, Waves splash over me, In the river I am young, I am free. To rise before the mist has cleared, To chase the rainfall down the hillside. Climb the goat trail road To the bank where I unload. I dress to seal my city skin From the icy mountain water in Which I'll float without my boat If I miss a brace. As I paddle down the mountain stream The unsuspecting beaver slaps his tail and swims to flee the brightly colored threat. The drinking deer sniffs the air and bounds into the thicket While Blue Heron wing in front of me Then fly back overhead. To rise before the mist has cleared, To chase the rainfall down the hillside.

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