Talking with good friends
And walking the streets of rough-cut stone
She was once a miner's city
Now the ghost of a dying town, but there's a fire
Burning bright in old Jerome
Some have come for fortune, some have come for love
And some have come for the things they cannot see
Now the grass is green and growing
Where the gardens once had died and the birds sing
In the young Ailanthus trees
And they say that once you live here
You'll never really go
'Cause she'll have a hold on you until you die
With her ground moving crazy
Her fierce wind blowing free and her ruins
Standing proud against the sky
Houses cling to mountains like miners cling to dreams
They hold on so long and then they just let go
And this mountain she's your mistress
You'll ride her 'til you fall and wash down
To the valley far below
There are stories they tell on Cleopatra
There are stories that never can be told
The wind and the rain sing their mountain lullaby
The copper shines like Arizona gold
And her walls stand strong and silent
Staring out with empty eyes
Like beggars blind and lame that do no harm
With their empty rooms that hold
The old town's memories and their doorways
That reach out like empty arms
In the streets the children play, climbing up the crooked stairs
And lovers touch and turn to go back home
And the sounds of hammers echo
In the once forgotten halls and hope stirs
In the heart of old Jerome
The moon shines bright on Cleopatra
Where the mines lie sleeping far below
The wind and the rain sing their mountain lullaby
The copper shines like Arizona gold