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My eyes danced the White Mountain sunset
And gazed on a lake skimmed with gold
I've sung all the songs that I could sing to the stars;
Now I must sing to the open road
And it's goodbye, you bloodthirsty skeeters;
I wish that the fish had your bite
Goodbye to my friends, the White mountains;
And oh, I wish I could stay one more night
This hoopla city life, it holds no secrets;
A puce neon ceiling, that hides the stars;
But I'll see all of you that I can see in my dreams
Until one day turns me north
And it's goodbye, you bloodthirsty skeeters;
I wish that the fish had your bite
Goodbye to my friends, the White mountains;
And oh, I wish I could stay one more night
My eyes danced the White Mountain sunset
And gazed on a lake skimmed with gold
I've sung all the songs that I could sing to the stars;
Now I must sing to the open road
And it's goodbye, you bloodthirsty skeeters;
I wish that the fish had your bite
Goodbye to my friends, the White mountains;
And oh, I wish I could stay one more night
I wish I could stay one more night
White Mountain Goodbye was written by .
After living in New Hampshire in recent years, I’ve found that this song has come to have a special meaning to me. It was
written by Don Armstrong, a fine songwriter from the Northeast who
is now living in Santa Fe. – Liner notes