...For the desert's a book writ in lizards and sage
Easy to look like an old wornout page
All faded and cracked with the colors of age...

Utah Phillips' Goodnight-Loving Trail breaks me up every time I hear it. The whole song is made up of unforgettable lines, especially the ones above, the last verse.

From old songs? Day is a-breakin in my soul!
Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining...
His own name and his surname, so plain to be seen, Emblazed on her mantle, on her mantle so green.

I knew her mind was a-changin by the rovin of her eye

Golden ring around the Susan girl!

She cast her eye on Little Musgrave
As bright as the summer sun...

Too many more...too many more. Great teachers we have had.