"Troubles Down"
I’ve been dreaming we had a well
Like they did before those ’32 gusts from [bad word] Took their soil off in the air
And in this dream the water was flying
And so were you, and so was I
So we just hovered there
To feel the [bad word] through our hair

It’s been too hot and too still for too long
Even Emerald Mountain is brown
 [bad word] 
I know the wind will feel better now
When it’s pushing down the rain
To bring this valley back its sound 
And blow these tired troubles down
Like falling leaves off aching trees

You beat it into the hardened ground
With just a prayer that somewhere around this time it’ll give
Enough life again that we can live
And like the trees I’ve been hanging low
But there’s a drop in the dust and a gust begins to blow
I feel the limbs rise up

You’ve always wanted to dig in the cool rain
The roof is ringing loud
 [bad word] 
Emerald River [bad word] again
Washing down the curses of hard ground
It’s going to be soft, and going to be easy
Like it was a hundred years ago