the fields
were past forgiving
forgotten how it felt to drink
would that they grow
in shade along
the (southern) fence
was not for me to say
not for me to choose
(I would)
who should come inside
reprieve for sorrows
suffering
(but for a little while)

there were no words
for thirst
much more than love
we couldn’t ask
I held your head
against my faithful heart
and cooled your ragged lips
with tears

(too old for crying)

but for a moment
there was no other place
a world that moved between
the time we shared
(we’ll share again)
(will I remember this)

I wonder
can you see me ~
do you smell the dogwood blooms
what comfort these my hands
will make for you
(do you know)
your shirt is torn
but still the blue becomes your eyes
and all I see are skies
beyond the harvest
(we should have flown)

listen now
(I won’t say much
of anything)
we’re expecting storms tonight
I’ll hold you near (til then)
will rock you as the
thunder booms
everything
will be alright

just close your eyes
and dream
(of rushing rivers)
I’ll wake you
when the tin roof
starts to cry