This is, like much of what I did in the late eighties, kind of anEagles/Rondstadt thing. It's the background for a big segment in ascreenplay I did

SONGBIRD
by Linton Robinson
Copyright 1988 Wenatchee Girl Music

She was a songbird out of the Southland
And she still has her Southern ways
Though it's been awhile since she was a child
Out in the South Carolina pines
She's a country western lady now
And she takes to it with style
Picking her guitar in the Arizona sunshine

She's playing again but she never sings
About those other towns where her dreams went down
About those other men who tore her wings
She is wandering in the wastelands
Longing for love, searching for water
But she'll keep seeking until she finds
The cool, cool rivers off the Great Divide
She was as helpless as her heartsong
And she's still not hard to touch
She's been ridden rough and it's toughened her up
But she can still smile just as warm
And though her eyes are somewhat injured now
She takes it well enough
Strums and hums through the Colorado snowstorms

She's singing in the mountain wind
Forgets those crimes of other times
She is on the mend, she will fly again
She is footloose in the foothills
Reaching for rapture, yearning for vision
But she'll keep climbing until she sees
The long horizon from above the trees
She was a bombshell out of the blue sky
And she can still bring down the house
She swallowed her pride and felt it burn her inside
But it's turned her calm and wise
She's on the uphill road to comeback now
And she's taking it right in stride
Singing loud and clear in the wide Wyoming sunrise

She's lighted by the flaming sky
Forgets the fear of her lost career
There was a time to cry, now there's a time to fly
She is soaring up through the ranges
Flying higher, winging wider......
She'll be North with the sun when the summer comes