Idaho
By: Jim Bell
Duration
3:40
Genres
Description
This song is about the fears of a skier who has a dangerous job, firing a mortar at snow accumulations to prevent avanlances.
Lyrics
Baby, it's been so good to know you But fate says I have to go Maybe someday again we'll have a rendevous On our skis on a hill in Idaho I fear I might not make it Cause my spirit is achin to go home (2) It's been a time of danger For a ski country ranger Looking for loose snow that's going to slide I have to ski each day Along the devil's trailway Shooting off my gun to make it slide I pray white awful fury won't catch me in it's claws and take me home (3) With memories of your kisses Hoping diaster misses I sat in watch below a cliff so tall While my mind was on you My nightmare became true An approaching wave of white was all I saw As the white storm approached I threw down my poles And looked for shelter (instrumental break) (bridge) Sitting in my cave This lonely, frigid grave Do I remember our mornings on top of the hill? Where I shared with you that view With a peace we never knew White dusted peaks stretch on forever Our love can never be severed I want to share that view again with you (repeat verse 1) Baby, it's been so good to know you But fate says I have to go Maybe someday again we'll have a rendevous On our skis on a hill in Idaho I fear I might not make it Cause my spirit is achin to go home
