Frying Pan Creek

Frying Pan Creek                            © 1974 Tom Shindler

1. Oh the sun has gone a’setting down behind my back
   And the mountain is a’glowing in the sky
   The restless mountain stream goes a’crashing on the rocks
   Upon it’s mossy bank to rest, I lie.
   I don’t feel like moving on, and my body feels weak
   So I think I’ll stay and rest awhile on Frying Pan Creek
2. Walking through the forest, drinking water from a mountain stream
   Makes you think it might be just a dream
   Picking tunes and huckleberries, walking in the sun
   Look around to find the day is done.
   And all day long mosquitoes have tried to poke me with their beaks
   But that misty wind’ll keep ‘em down at Frying Pan Creek.
3. Oh the trail goes a winding on up the mountain side
   Through the trees and the melting drifts of snow
   Through the flowers on the hill and the switchbacks up the ridge
   Where the cool, clean mountain breezes blow.
   And though I feel like stayin’ here, I’ve got wonders for to seek
   So I’ll have to say goodbye now to Frying Pan Creek.