Something cries so low at night in silence
Something cries so low at night of home
Drifting far across that Columbia River
I still hear that freight-train's lonesome cry
Winds in forests nothing now but memories
Mountains turning dark against the sky
There's a sudden movement in the dark woods
Down there by the clearing stands a deer

Stillness seems to be the only music
Echoed in the night an evening star

Winds in forests nothing now but memories
Mountains turning dark against the sky

Something cries so low at night in silence
Something cries so low at night of home