across the sea, only now I do believe Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll
Tonight we're the sea and the salty breeze The milk from your breast is on my lips And lovelier words from your mouth to me And salt in my sweat and fingertips
And if I died at twenty-three Would you bury me in the sunshine? Please let me know that you?re still mine Though I?m gone My love for you is oh-so strong
in your garden No more green and no more stone No more guilty left to pardon Only evil of your own Blind man found a baby, and the virgin kissed a man
, I know they?d love you, oh-oh-oh A hundred thousand choices, words are stronger inside me And wrote on angry voices spoken even and calmly Do you pretend
Hey man Evening on the ground And there is no one else around So you will Blame me Blame me for the rocks and baby bones And broken lock on our garden
and weak Possibly tired as to see Her eyes upon you under blue leaves at night And what will you do with your new kind of sight? Cluttered asides and
garden we're it planting together Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry Blood on the floor and the fleas in their paws And
? You run and hide, you get two stars Last night two fat skinheads whistled at her But she sleeps it off A whiskey scent on her kitten?s fur And when
?t the best thing I could do I called by the clothesline, and the fish pond Called out for you You want an urgent, bent-guitar string kind of man And
Magazines and paperbacks, the perfect rainy day Jenny's packed the car by now and probably on her way Rise and put the kettle on, this feeling calls for
a cry Babe, ended with a cry I tried so hard to stand As I stumbled and fell to the ground So hard to laugh as I fumbled And reached for the love I
There is light in my lady?s house And there?s none but some falling rain This like a spoken word She is more than her thousand names No hands are
Awake through the night, and this flood water ?round her Reminds her of the time and low country boys And their bottles without her, though she?s on their
sits alone, outside and down Prays, prays for a soldier boy In fire and angry noise Under the thumb of the Lord And waits, quilting and quietly Her
in the name of truth With our soldiers so brave your freedom we will save With our rifles and grenades and some help from God I want to see my family My wife and
think I?ll be there somewhere too The yarrow by my head where I have fallen And she will lick her thinner thumb And ringless finger too and douse a candle And
this place And your friends shine around you now Yeah, you know this place And their hands make the safest house That you know, yeah, you know And the