Rogue Valley - The wolves and the ravens

In the m^Corning by the s^Cea As the ^Amfog clears from the s^Cand, I Have no m^Amoney in my h^Cand, I Have no h^Fome, I h^Bbave no l^Cand

But it do^Cesn't trouble ^Cme As I l^Amay beside the f^Cire I am e^Amasy to in^Cspire There is l^Fittle ^BbI req^Cuire

I wasn't y^Fours and you weren't m^Gine Though I've w^Dmished from t^Fime to time We had fo^Fund a common g^Ground, Your voice was s^Amuch a welcome s^Amound How the e^Dmmpti^B/Gness would f^Cill With the w^Faves and with your s^Among People f^Amind where they bel^Fong Or keep ^Con

Through the n^Cever-ending ^Cmaze Where the ^Amway is seldom c^Clear, there Is no ^Ammap or compass n^Cear I drive a s^Fhip I c^Bbannot s^Cteer

Through the b^Cleak and early m^Corn Where a st^Amronger will is s^Cworn Where the m^Amoments move so s^Clow and Seem to n^Fever ^Bblet you ^Cgo

When my h^Fands are old and a^Gche And my m^Dmemory ... flickers d^Fim And my b^Fones don't hold my s^Gkin There's no p^Amlace I ... haven't b^Ameen I r^Dmecall the ^B/Gdays were f^Cew That is a^Fll that I can ^Amdo Feel the ca^Amrvings in the t^Free That gave s^Fhade for y^Fou and ^Cme