I never played
To no packed house
Just a heartland poet
Entombed
And splendid
Jus’ a little farther
up the road
Look’n for songs
In wheat and corn
‘n whiskey flame
Mists hanging over
Rustling leaves
To no packed house
Just a heartland poet
Entombed
And splendid
Jus’ a little farther
up the road
Look’n for songs
In wheat and corn
‘n whiskey flame
Mists hanging over
Rustling leaves
Rain hides my tears
But nourishes
cold seeds
Inside me
Mystery
Of heart
Tows me along
To reside
In accommodation
of tide of emotion
in waiting for you
Not a sentimental
Riga’marole
Not a one-sided toil
No, no folderol
I could never be
So unhelpful
I’d rather be here
But nourishes
cold seeds
Inside me
Mystery
Of heart
Tows me along
To reside
In accommodation
of tide of emotion
in waiting for you
Not a sentimental
Riga’marole
Not a one-sided toil
No, no folderol
I could never be
So unhelpful
I’d rather be here
in our cottage
holding our love
holding our love
by the spoonful
Than dilly-dallying, playing
Than dilly-dallying, playing
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