Our Lady of The Tall Trees

Stone To Sand
(C. Morrison)

My love did go where fire pours out of the hillside, straight from the core
With a loud silence, my heart, it did proclaim right from the start

The sky she is a menace but the river she rolls free
Turning stone to sand and wind to wave, its as it has to be
The sky she rolls on endless, but the river flows confined
Bringing current to the world and a stillness to the mind

As I comb this country bare, my lady hides in the thick air
Search this whole world all and o’er, to find what she might have in store

A ship goes tacking East to West, I stitch across her watery breast
Just as the sea swallows the stars, a memory fades to what was ours

A Lady Does Not Often Falter
(C. Morrison)

A lady runs across the Old Mill Moor, a dreadful song was singing
By the darkness of that now new moon, to her lover’s guise was tightly clinging

Oh go run, go run your troubles down, go run down to the water,
by the city fair and the ocean fierce, a lady does not often falter

There runs she now by the ‘Sconset rose, there runs she now a’bleeding.
And a trail is kept by the way she moves, to her lover’s touch is dire needing

Although starched your apron may now be, it’ll lose its shape in the water
but go swimmeth thee to the anchor most near, a lady does not often falter

Oh the winds they blow and the tide she swells, brings life unto the beaches
Oh that seem between the Earth and Tide, from land that sea is not quite as wide

Oh the winds they blow and the tide she swells, breathes life into the tall pines
Without her breath lies the world so still, but with, that constant shoreline

A lady runs across the Old Mill Moor, and Heaven’s bells were tolling
By the sadness of that silent tune, and the sea kept on gently rolling

All I Can Do
(C. Morrison)

Me and my dear comrades, did gather on the prairie
oh me and my dear comrades did gather on the shore
Their glasses filled with amber, their laughter never did die
their throats they filled with fire and a sparkle in the eye

It’s all I can do to make you feel wanted, it’s all I can do to make you feel at home

Dear friends they ride for Townsend, where family’s sure to greet them
and lovers ride for pleasure, it’s bound to work out right
Hold, oh hold on steady, my carriage rides for morning
And sunrise brings a palette so open up your eyes

Whitecaps break hard and heavy, as though a constant warning
And home down in the valley, she surely sits alright
Hold, oh hold on steady, my carriage rides for morning
And sunrise brings a palette so open up your eyes

As any crow can tell you, the sky goes on forever
And as any man can tell you, true love is hard to

Loretta
(T. Van Zandt)

Loretta she’s my barroom girl, wears them sevens on her sleeve
Dances like a diamond shines, tells me lies I love to believe
Her age is always twenty-two, her laughing eyes a hazel hue
Spends my money like water falls, loves me like I want her to

Loretta won’t you say to me, “Darlin’ put your guitar on”
Have a little shot of booze, play a blue and wailing song
My guitar rings a melody, my guitar sings Loretta’s fine
Long and lazy, blonde and free, and I can have her anytime

Sweetest at the break of day, prettiest in the setting sun
She don’t cry when I can’t stay, at least not ’til she’s all alone
Loretta I won’t be long gone, keep your dancing slippers on
Keep me on your mind a while, I’m coming home to make you smile

Poor Cowboy
(Traditional)

Oh the poor cowboy, he’s got no home
He’s here today and tomorrow gone
He’s got no hope, he’s bound to roam
Where he hangs his hat is home, sweet home

Roll on boys, roll, don’t you roll so slow
Roll on boys, roll, don’t you roll so slow
You’ll roll like cow’s never rolled before

If I was rich as Diamond Joe
I’d work today then tomorrow no
For the work is so hard and the pay is low
I don’t give a damn if I work or no

I’ll follow the herd ’til they reach the end
Then I’ll draw my time and I’ll turn it in
Just one more tree and one more jail
Then I’ll head straight back to the Texas trail

Well I’ll cross Old Red and the Texas line
Then I’ll head straight back to that gal of mine
I’ll sit in the shade and I’ll sing a song
And I’ll watch the herd as they travel on

Our Lady of The Tall Trees
(C. Morrison)

Our lady of the tall trees, wears the wind and she wears the breeze,
Wears the wind and she wears her sleeves all up on her arms.

Our lady of the tall trees, our lady of a lot,
Our lady of this and that and other things that we forgot
Our lady of the tall trees, our lady of the not, wraps herself in rice and greens and other fancy things she bought.

Our lady of the tall trees… Supper is served.

Like A Stone
(C. Morrison)

When my love comes tumbling down, I lose a little more faith each time
When my love comes tumbling down, each time I cry
When I miss a step or lose my grip on what I thought I’d known
My heart breaks and sinks and feels like stone.
My heart breaks and sinks and feels, just like a cold hard stone.

Lately I’ve trying to get myself up out the door
But I can’t find anything, all I can find is the cold, hard floor

When the dark clouds gather around me and I can no shelter find.
When the dark clouds gather around me, each time I cry
When I miss a step or lose my grip, and see the rain drops from above
My heart stays warm and dry and true in your love
My heart stays warm and dry and true in the shadow of your love

Lately I’ve been thinking about calling you up at home
But I can’t find the reasons now, and worse, I can’t find the phone

All For The Sake of Day
(C. Morrison)

It’s a dim and a turbulent dawn
Midnight goes creeping just like she done wrong
Home she lies creaking just singing her song
It’s a dim and a turbulent dawn

It’s a cold and it is a curious way
Hearts that do bind us all tear us away
And what runs inside us will run cold one day
It’s a cold and it is a curious way

I’m not afraid for that sun to set
But, give my regards to her
Give my regards to her

Light of the past will shine as bright as it may
And dawn pours upon us as the river of day
What dawns upon us is like a river, they say
Trust in the night, it keeps the morning at bay

She’s been dragged over valleys and hills
All for the sake of day

Church Street Blues
(N. Blake)

I been hangin’ out of town, in that low down rain
Watchin’ good time Charlie friend is driving me insane
Up on shady Charlotte Street the green lights look red
Wish I was back on the farm in my feather bed

Get myself a rockin’ chair
To see if I can lose
Them thin dime hard times
Hell on Church Street blues

Found myself a picker friend, he’s read yesterday’s news
Tear out page twenty-one and stick it in my shoe
Give a nickel to the poor, my good deed for the day
Tear out my own billfold threw it all away

Wish I had some guitar strings, that Old Black Diamond brand
I’d tune up this old Martin box and join myself a band
But I guess I’ll just stay right here just pick a little while
Try to make a little change and make all you folks smile

Heartland Sea
(C. Morrison)

In the corner, lies a pile of diamonds
Crows are talking, masquerading ravens

The rock is the mountain, can’t you see?
Black dome of Heaven, shelter me

Ask my lover for a glass of brandy
The hearth stone is warming, underworld set ablaze

Red grass flowing, rippling like some mountain stream
Home on the prairie, home on the heartland sea

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