My mother was the cold North wind,
My daddy was the son, of a railroad man from west of hell,
Where the trains don’t even run
Never heard the whistle of a lonesome freight,
Or the singing of it’s driving wheel,
No I, never did no wanderin’
Never did no wanderin’
Never did no wanderin’ after all
I wonder, as I wander out under the sky.
How Jesus the Saviour had come for to die
For poor orn’ry creatures like you and like I
I wonder as I wander out under the sky.
Dance then, wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the dance, said he
And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I’ll lead you all in the dance, said he
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
The crow that’s black
My little turtle dove
Shall change its color white
Before I am false to the one that I love
The noon day shall be night my dear
The noon day shall be night
[A crow flew to me, kept its distance.
Such a proud creation
I saw it’s soul, envied it’s pride
But needed nothing it had
Don’t give me love, don’t give me faith.
Wisdom not pride, give innocence instead.
Don’t give me love, I’ve had my share.
Beauty not rest, give me truth instead.
A dove came to me, had no fear.
It rested on my arm.
I touched its calm, envied its love.
But needed nothing it had.
And if that mockingbird don’t sing and that ring don’t shine
Imma break that birdie’s neck
I’ll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat, don’t fuck with dad
Father of day, Father of night,
Father of black, Father of white,
Father, who build the mountain so high,
Who shapeth the cloud up in the sky,
Father of time, Father of dreams,
Father, who turneth the rivers and streams.
Father, hear thy children’s call
Humbly at thy feet we fall
Prodigals confessing all
We beseech thee, hear us!
We thy call have disobeyed
Into paths of sin have strayed
And repentence have delayed
We beseech thee, hear us!
Come sing about Love!
That made us first to be
Come sing about Love!
That made the stone and tree
Come sing about Love!
That draws us lovingly
We beseech thee, Hear us!
Kids! They are just impossible to control!
(Soon you’ll be old enough to be)
Kids! With their awful clothes and their rock an’ roll!
(Another teenage delinquent)
Why can’t they be like you were,
Perfect in every way?
What’s the matter with kids today.
Wonderful baby livin’ on love
The sandman says maybe he’ll take you above,
Up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows,
Where babies float by just
Counting their toes.
Wonderful baby nothin’ but new
The world has gone crazy, I’m glad I’m not you.
At the beginning or is it the end?
It goes in and comes out and starts over again.