Someone saved, someone saved, someone saved my life tonight You almost had your hooks in me, didn't you dear You nearly had me roped and tied Altar-bound, hypnotized Sweet freedom whispered in my ear You're a butterfly And butterflies are free to fly Fly

If all the young men Oh Sally, my dear It's you I'd be kissing She smiled and replied, "You don't know what you're missing" Were hares on the mountain How many young girls would take guns and go hunting? Were fish in the water How many young girls would

Oh oh dear life I'm about to make you last Don't wanna let you go You're scaring me to death I'm hangin' on for dear life I'm beggin' on you please, just slow down Dear Life, I hope you know Dear Life, what's your plan I'm tryin' to catch my breath

Oh I will become what I deserve I've been worryin', I've been worryin' My, my cold hearted child, tell me how you feel I been worryin' that my time is a little unclear I been worryin' that I'm losing the one's I hold dear I been worryin' that we all live

Dear Sobriety Please come back to me I left you high and dry I'm doomed for good this time I swore I wouldn't be I need you desperately Oh but I'm making a fool of me My hands are shaking But I can still pour the mistake that I'm making

My yesterday was blue dear My lonely nights are through dear Since you said you were mine Oh, what a difference a day made There's a rainbow before me Skies above can't be stormy since that moment of bliss That thrilling kiss It's heaven when you find

You are appreciated Don't you know I love you? Although my shadow's gone I will never leave you (Dear mama) Oh mama, I appreciate you

Dear landlord, please don't put a price on my soul My burden is heavy, dear And my dreams are beyond my control Oh yes, they are But when that steamboat whistle blows Oh, honey I'm gonna give you everything I ever had to give, yeah And I do hope that you

Take us back, oh, take us back Oh, take us, take us back The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill Meet me where the snow mount flows It is there, my dear, where we will begin again Skipping stones,

Oh have you seen my dear companion For he was all this world to me Written by Jean Ritchie © 1976 Geordie Music Pub Co. I hear he's gone to some far country And that he cares no more for me I wish I were a swallow flying I'd fly to a high and