From the recording Looking out a Picture Window
"Another one of Susan's lyrics that show her love for the southwest... she's really good and I am keeping her. The imagery in this song is amazing... don't be surprised if you transport to the scene during this one. Also, Cornell Kinderknecht and his ability on Native American flutes is truly evident here!"
Bill Nash (guitar and lead vocal)
Dave Nachmanoff (bass guitar, viola)
Cornell Kinderknecht (Native American Indian flute)
Bart Van Der Zeeuw (percussion)
Lyrics
Track 8 - Puff of Smoke – Susan Miles/Bill Nash – Standard Tuning - Capo 3
My footprints fall where yours fell, more than 100 years ago
One day they’ll all be covered beneath a new fallen snow
Many years before us, and long after man’s no more
Haunted by hollow drumbeats of those who’ve gone before
Campfire flames reflected upon a mustang’s face
Sound of rumbling hoofbeats, gone without a trace
Cries and haunting sorrows, still carried on the wind
In the pine trees you can hear them
For the halls of time can’t mend
Chorus
Smoke on the prairie speaks of times long ago
Drifting through the desert, there’s wisdom in the stone
Sage smoke and fire ash along with words we spoke
We bury all our memories, they’re gone in a puff of smoke
Dark nights at days end, sunrise a new day begins
A hundred years, a thousand fires, time’s ashes on the wind
Pinon woodsmoke lingers, tho a puff of smoke won’t last
Like footprints in a snow storm, reaching back to days long passed
The mountains hold the secrets, the desert trails won’t tell
Memories drift through the pinion where all the shadows fell
Walking with ghosts in graveyards, years float by like fallen leaves
For the times we don’t remember, sometimes mankind grieves (CH)