Quiet Creek

Here in bed, and our love’s been fed
And the traffic sounds don’t make it up the stairs
In a place, just beyond your face
Where the small creek runs 'neath the soft eye of the moon
And a mossy bed, is where my love is led
Thirst quenched and city life unlearned
It’s hot in June, and it’s hotter in this room
I’m so near peace by the cool creek’s gloom
I remember pretty clear, the year we spent up there
You my love flew higher than the sun
And I heard this from, by the raven’s tongue
'Bout an eagle whose hunger came to town
He showed up there, and he had 'em all scared
Hold on to peace boy, and hold it when it comes
My quiet creek, and your stormy cheeks
City lost on a Friday afternoon
My quiet creek, and your stormy cheeks
City lost on a Friday afternoon