THE JEWEL (lyrics) by Ray Doyle

 

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THE JEWEL
(lyrics) by Ray Doyle

There’s a place upon this good green earth
like nowhere else you’ve ever seen
where misty mountains soar above, majestic and serene
clear and gentle waters flow, past grazing elk and buffalo
like a picture from the past, inside a dream

But sleeping restless deep below the summer sun and winter snow
there lies a secret waiting to be told
and with a shudder and a rumble wakes,
as pulses race and timber shakes
like they did as mighty ages rolled

It’s the meeting of the water and the fire
a merging of a heaven and a hell
a land of wonder and surprise
where water flows up to the skies
a place of sulfur, smoke and ash
where god must surely dwell

If you believe in heaven high
then you should go before you die
and see the jewel we call Yellowstone

If I could paint a canvas right
like Remington or Russell might
you’d see my little picture bright and true
But I’ve just got words to close the deal
a piece of wood and strings of steel
this postcard sent with love, from me to you

It’s the meeting of the water and the fire
a merging of a heaven and a hell
a land of wonder and surprise
where water flows up to the skies
a place of sulfur, smoke and ash
where God must surely dwell

If you believe in heaven high
then you should go before you die
and see the jewel we call Yellowstone
and see this jewel we call Yellowstone

© 2007, Ray Doyle, used with permission

This beautiful song, from Ray Doyle’s acclaimed Emigrant Trail album, was a Gold Award winner in a Yellowstone and Tetons songwriting contest held by the Western Folklife Center.

For over twenty years Dublin-born Ray Doyle was an integral part of Wylie & the Wild West. He now performs solo and with other musicians. Find more about him at CowboyPoetry.com.

Listen to “The Jewel” here on YouTube:  and find more on YouTube.

This photo by Fred Leslie of “an extensive pack trip through the Teton Wilderness Area, which lies directly to the south of Yellowstone Park and is the most remote wilderness in the lower 48,” was shared by rancher and poet Paul Kern for a 2013 Picture the West.

Paul added, recently, “That pack trip was in a way a memorial pack trip after Dad’s passing. He and I had once camped on the Yellowstone river at the delta where it flows into Yellowstone Lake about ten miles to the north of where the picture was taken. That evening the wolves came alive like nothing I had ever heard before – very magical and the inspiration for my poem “As Evening Sets on the Yellowstone.” You can see that poem at Paul’s site, here.

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