Lost Lovin’ Gal
I went to see my lost lovin’ gal,
The road was rocky but I made it some how,
She makes the April rains go shine,
I make a greased wooden wheel whine.
I cut my teeth on my own head,
and I lay where I make my bed,
I make the 18 feel like ton,
and I make the many feel like none.
I said “Go bake the bread and set the beans to boil,
set flame to the wood and turn timber to coal.”
Casting shadows on the ground,
dancing shadows all around.
On God’s Rocky Shore
Waves are crashing all upon the shore, on God’s rocky shore.
Hornpipe’s a’blowin’, gone out through the window, gone outside my door,
I went to the doctor, and the doctor said…
Ships are in the the harbor, sheep out in the meadow, chicken in the corn,
Drop myself an anchor, right down to the bottom, on that ocean’s floor
Creek is risin’, on up to the shower, the holy coming of the storm.
My Lover, Adorned
(Lyrics C. Morrison, Music C. Morrison and E. West)
South I have fled and given my all, for my young lover’s heart I did fall,
I’m not a man, just a lowly cowhand, doing what any man would do.
Though dark grows the thunder no lighting begins, for my young lover no blessings did win,
I’m just a man with all but a plan, with all but a plan, doin’ what any man would do.
There lies my lover, adorned, beside her the horned moon
The west chills blow in and my heart it does show, clouds turn to aching and my rain into snow,
her eyes does my likeness her flesh does my hand.
If I had my way I would saddle the sky, and on up to Heaven with my lover would ride,
but I’m not a man, just a lowly cowhand, doin’ what any man would do.
Fleeting Like The Days
She’s on a ship that sails the sea, she longs for mine, she longs for me
She’s on her way, across south of Spain, she says the water keeps her sane.
My love she often sails for she has no wings to fly,
so put some wind up in that riggin’ and hold on,
My love she often says she looks for reasons why,
but with the winds are fleeting like the days.
I like the way her hair does fall, the way it rolls, curls one and all,
She lights the way from East to West, my heart still beating in her chest.
I like the way her eyes they shine they flow like moonlight into mine.
We’ll likely meet in a western land, where I’ll hold my lover once again.
There hangs a single, spangled star where yesterday you were, a triumph of the eastern shore, my love I’m undeterred.
Though countless lands between the time where you and I will stay, my bloody heart will fight its tide until my eyes upon you lay.
May the fog it always linger, may our bodies turn to stone,
and my voice has turned to singing, make my bloody heart our home.
When night comes soon let’s lanterns light, to you I’ll raise and toast, though fingers of the night hold firm the dawn will early boast.
I ain’t going over there, I ain’t going over there, tell my sister tell my brother there’ll rest up yonder, I ain’t going over there.
My Lord does sing the sweetest songs, my lord does sing the sweetest songs, let his sound come wash me over so my Lord, I can get closer, my Lord does sing the sweetest songs.
I will bend but I won’t be broke, I will bend but I won’t be broken, take all my worldly possessions, but I’m keeping my intentions, I ain’t going over there.
Since You Took Your Leave
Well the days are getting lonely, the nights are getting worse, since you took your leave from our fair home.
Home fires are burning both in my heart and stove, since you took your leave from our fair home.
Why’d you take your leave from our fair home? Why don’t you bring it back, I’m all alone.
The prayer bells keep ringing, Lord, that he may oblige, since you took your leave from our fair home.
Songbirds keep singing, Lord, wishing you back here, since you took your leave from our fair home.
Won’t Be Long
When the fields are muddy, and it ain’t no time to plow,
Won’t be long little brother, it won’t be long.
When the rooster is crowing, and it ain’t no time to rise,
When the preacher is preaching, and it ain’t no time to pray…
I’ll Not Be A Stranger
I’ll not be a stranger when I get to that city I’m acquainted with folks over there.
There’ll be friends there to meet me, there’ll be loved ones to greet me when I get to that city, foursquare.
Through the years, through the tears, they have all come and gone,
but I’ll wait at the gate until my race is run.
I’ll not be a stranger when I get to that city, I’m acquainted with folks over there.
I’ll not be a stranger when I get to that city, I have a home on the streets filled with gold,
And I’ll feel right at home there in that beautiful somewhere with the loved ones who’d memory I hold.
I’ll not be a stranger when I get to that city, there’ll be no lonely days over there, there’ll be no stormy weather, just a great time together on the streets of that city foursquare.