Catskills from Caollaidhe by Gypsy George & the Open Road Love Affair

CATSKILLS

You hug a tree right next to me.
You feel the life under your feet.
We'll see the sunrise in the end.
We'll wind up more than just friends.

I held your hand up on that hill.
The lake below was such a thrill.
That busted house was filled with ghosts.
We barely made it to the coast.

You
are the girl who makes me free.

You smell some moss and feel the breeze.
You hold this rock with such ease.
This photograph will never sell
the deeper meaning of this tale.

Your hair, it flows. Your eyes are bright
with blue and gold and red delight.
The day's still long before the night.
The trail has more, but it's all right.

You
are the girl who makes me free.

We reach the top before the dusk.
You go beyond. I smell the musk.
You're like Rapunzel up in that tower.
We need to leave before the hour.

We climb back down to find your hat.
The darker it gets, the less the chance.
You get real sad, but it's okay.
I'll drive us again to get away.

You
are the girl who makes me free.

• Folk
• indie
• open road
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Brooklyn