Here is a poem 
That my lady sent down 
Some morning while 
I was away. 
Wrote on the back of 
A leaf that she found 
Somewhere around Monterey. 
 
And here is the key 
To a house far away 
Where I used to live 
As a child. 
They tore down the building 
When I moved away 
And left the key unreconciled. 
 
And down in the canyon 
The smoke starts to rise. 
It rides on the wind 
Till it reaches your eyes. 
When faced with the past 
The strongest man cries...cries. 
 
And down in the canyon 
The smoke starts to rise. 
It rides on the wind 
Till it reaches your eyes. 
When faced with the past 
The strongest man cries...cries. 
 
And here is a sunrise 
To set on your sill. 
The ghosts of the dawn 
Moving near. 
They pass through your sorrow 
And leave you quite still... 
Sitting among souvenirs.