Nicholas Kozushko - Yakima Lyrics

Kaitlyn, where you been
Since leaving, the valley
My oldest friend
She's a mystery
And I'm thinking of
All that was
In Yakima

It was dry and empty
Withered and plain
She called on her beauty
From the snow and the rain
And there's an old guitar
With worn in strings
In my father's arms
Sitting by the tv
And the snows piling up
In Yakima

And I'm thinking of
All that was, in Yakima

I'm listening to the hail
For her aching cry
I'm listening to the rain
For her voice in mine
Oh from the cold and muddy ground
I was born with her eyes
And the snow piles up
In Yakima