Seth Wilkins - Acoustic Guitar, Lead Guitar, Bass Guitar Frank Wilkins - Vocals, Percussion, Harmonica
alternative
rock
spiritual
rb
blues
experimental
christian
steve vai
prog rock
gospel
zappa
robert johnson
john prine
king crimson
fripp
adrian belew
brooks williams
fender fan
resonator blues
Story behind the song
In memory of Shelby, our Golden Retriever.
Lyrics
He rode the fields on wings of gold
While the sun shone high, so the story’s told.
Run, boy run, while the day is young
‘Til the sun go down, down on the ground.
I’d see the fire burnin’ in his eyes
As his feet would pound toward the hills and skies.
When the sun sank low, I’d still see the glow
Of the trail he blazed through the moonlit haze.
Run, boy run
Run, boy run
Run, boy run to the settin’ sun.
Don’t feel no pain pullin’ on that chain.
Dig his heels in deep, deep in the ground.
With treasures borne from journeys far
He’d wander on to the hills and stars
Guided onward by a lonesome sound.
Heading homeward now to familiar ground.
The castle walls, the stoney gate,
His king and queen beyond them wait.
Run, boy run
Run, boy run
Run, boy run to the settin’ sun.
Movin’ on again, one last journey wrote
In the Book of God’s immortal plan.
Pressin’ onward through the stormy gale,
Kneelin’ by his side, my face grew pale.
He’s runnin’ now through the streets of gold
At my Savior’s side while I’m growin’ old.
Run, boy run
Run, boy run
Run, boy run to the settin’ sun.
Can you hear me call… from my heart and soul?
I’m on my knees… and I’m down on the ground.
Can you hear me call?