Medicine tongue and a heavy hand together make a fist. They put me down and I do not rise. And now as an old child, I'll hand it down. I'll hand it down, then I'll blow around.
These thoughts of you, they are a gift. The smell of you on the winds due shift. Behind a chosen curtain, I'm set adrift. The talk of you still on my lips.
We hit the floor just like her blue silk slip. Dark puritan rose to the curve of her hip. I did not know, it was too much, too much for me to handle. To be shown to the heart of the matter by your holy candle.
Shook out my salvation in all four corners of my room. Lowly is the dust, trustworthy the broom. . White lady, growlin' on a chain. Peacock caw the sound of my lover's name.
The morning comes, I've not yet closed my eyes. Cold and bright as I need it and the sun does rise. These were my thoughts as I passed 'neath your window.
What are you about?. Say something secret in an old order hush. Trouble and suffering in a lovely rhythm. A homespun clapboard, black strap thrush. . Devoted loyal, undertake the toil.
Shake, sleep, wool and glass. Hung on nails, here and there. Wails the wall I pass. . In you alone, in you alone. There is no harm. In you alone. . In you alone, in you alone.
Thy will be done. Here on this highway. In every house and field I pray. . All in meekness yield, aided by want. Among stranger people. To disgrace so soon I've come.
Do tell, how is the little pilgrim's progress. Does he endeavor to persevere. Close mantled to knives and kisses. Just like when you were here. . What little he had, from him it was taken.
Now is the end of the gentile. Pluck aeolian harp, my child. Beyond the lust of this moment. Thin as a pine slat. It does no good to call you mine. . You're a big brown bull.