Bruce Cockburn in Salem

Monday Night, Date Night. We saw our first concert in over five years tonight, Bruce Cockburn at the Elsinore Theater in Salem. Such a great performance from him. At 75, his vocals have not faltered, and he still hits the high range, and his guitar playing is phenomenal. Singalongs included, “If this were the last night of the world,” and “I wonder where the lions are.” He didn’t play this one, but we heard it on the way home. Fun night.

"Child Of The Wind"

I love the pounding of hooves
I love engines that roar
I love the wild music of waves on the shore
And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars
Love my sweet woman down to the core

There's roads and there's roads
And they call, can't you hear it?
Roads of the earth
And roads of the spirit
The best roads of all
Are the ones that aren't certain
One of those is where you'll find me
Till they drop the big curtain

Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting
Brown-green and dry
I'm too old for the term
But I'll use it anyway
I'll be a child of the wind
Till the end of my days

Little round planet
In a big universe
Sometimes it looks blessed
Sometimes it looks cursed
Depends on what you look at obviously
But even more it depends on the way that you see
Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting
Brown-green and dry
I'm too old for the term
But I'll use it anyway
I'll be a child of the wind
Till the end of my days