High Desert, New Mexico

Early morning, freedom calling

one more look, before these wheels turn

A packed-up car down an empty road

Got everything I own

Forsaken skies

Goodbye, Goodbye

The winds of change

At my side

A few more days to Santa Fe

Into the dusty wild

High Desert, New Mexico

Heavenly white sands aglow

Your sky is the deepest blue I’ve known

High Desert, New Mexico

The road is my day, my night, my bed

In the arms of a sunset burning red

Shadows reach across the plains

Angels rise

Sacred skies, cosmic highs

The winds of change

Changing time

Better days are waiting

Inside these boundless miles

High Desert, New Mexico

Heavenly touches of red and gold

Mountains fade

As the night winds blow

High Desert, New Mexico

Where your spirits soar

I will follow your light and dark

And dream into an endless sea of stars

Echoes in the cool, cool night

Me and the road and a billion lights

Chasing fate across these plains

Angels rise again

The sound of the river’s voices near

A breath of sweetness in the air

Silhouettes of ancient stone

Calling me home

High Desert, New Mexico

Heavenly brushes of purple and rose

Mountains rise

As the dawn unfolds

High Desert, New Mexico –

Set me free, soothe my soul

High Desert, New Mexico

I hear you calling me, calling me home

High Desert, New Mexico

High Desert, New Mexico

© March 2023 Ruthann Baler

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The Coldest Day of the Year (January 25, 2021)

High on a hill

Where the bald eagle flies

Where the evergreens pray

To the mid-winter sky

Footsteps approach

On sacred ground

To the blindness of light

And the deafness of sound

High on a hill

Where the bitter wind wails

Where the crest of the snow

Meets the heavenly veil

Centuries of earth

Meet the beckoning day

Go follow the whispers and wings

And be on your way

Soar like the eagle

To the mountains beyond

Rise like the morning fog over the pond

Past the woods and the farm and the stone walls and deer

Feeling your warmth

On the coldest day of the year

God on a hill

A soldier’s salute

A lonesome call

To the red, white, and blue

Deep in the timber

Here you are free

Go tend to your gardens and fields

And young apple trees

Soar like the eagle

To the mountains beyond

Rise like the morning fog over the pond

Past the woods, the farm, the stone walls and deer

Feeling your warmth

On the coldest day of the year

Soon the rivers will flow

And spring will embrace

The seeds you left to sow

To the warmth of the days

To the nurturing rain

The harvest will turn

And the wind will call your name

Soar like the eagle

To the mountains beyond

Rise like the morning fog over the pond

Past the woods, the farm, the stone walls and deer

Feeling your warmth

Holding your light here

On the coldest day of the year

Music & lyrics by Ruthann Baler

Love and appreciation to Ron Schulman for inspiration and lyrical insight

Ruthann Baler: vocals, guitar, harmonica

Sam Baler, guitar

Marco Giovino – drums

Dave Roberts, bass, instrumental arrangement

Luke violin

Engineered at Electric Treehouse

Engineered/produced/mixed at Frequency Recording

© Copyright 2025 Ruthann Baler.

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