The hike to the falls makes Banjo smile
These spectacular falls were known only to a few locals for 37 years - then in 2004, they were re-discovered and opened to the public. "The Lost Falls of Whiskeytown" is a unique North State metaphor for lost love. In celebration of Waterfall Week, we are offering free downloads - click HERE.
The Lost Falls of Whiskeytown
words and music by Erin Friedman © 2007
Our morning coffee comes with heavy silence
In the nighttime we find refuge in our dreams
Like some mid-life cliché
We sleepwalk through the day
While the love of a lifetime slips away
They finally found
The Lost Falls of Whiskeytown
They found crystal caverns
Buried deep beneath the ground
A fortune in gold
In a mountain of stone
Surely we can find the love we lost
Right here at home
I used to find an open invitation
In your eyes and in your tender touch
Like a postcard from a lonely place
You’re so far away these days
And I’m trying to find a reason I should stay
Too much to lose –- too much at stake
I’ll find my way back to you –
Whatever it takes