© 1975 Thin Ice Music (ASCAP)
The horns in the fog could be heard if not seen
Helping to guide the blind in a dream
And down by the seashore, a banquet she gave
She was feeding and needing a soul she could save
Mama lion, mama lion, IÅ'm starting to sink
Beneath the sunshine and the icicles
In the things that you think
ThereÅ's a hole in my destiny
And IÅ'm out on the brink
Mama lion, mama lion
She bounces off the boulders, she runs on the rocks
SheÅ's taking her time from her grandfather clocks
And over the border, and down on the land
SheÅ's living in the future
And it lies in her hand
Mama lion, mama lion, IÅ'm starting to sink
Beneath the sunshine and the icicles
In the things that you think
ThereÅ's a hole in my destiny
And IÅ'm out on the brink
Mama lion, mama lion
Mama lion, mama lion, IÅ'm starting to sink
Beneath the sunshine and the icicles
In the things that you think
ThereÅ's a hole in my destiny
And IÅ'm out on the brink
Mama lion, mama lion
Drums: Russell Kunkel
Bass: Tim Drummond
Slide: David Lindley
Piano: Craig Doerge
Electric guitar corps: Graham Nash, David Crosby, Danny Kootch
Acoustic guitar: Joel Bernstein