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