Texty:
Iron Wine The Creek Drank The Cradle

Crack of dawn the rooster moans Wake up boy you're far from home Serpentine the tracks in flames Longest path the devil laid Led you straight aboard this

Found your mittens behind a box of pictures You would wear them before I brewed the tea That's one memory I can easily conjure Weary memory I can always

wine When they made the new milk turn Jesus a friend in the better times Let your mother's Bible burn Freedom a fever you suffered through And the dog drank

Run like a race for family When you hear like you're alone The rusted gears of morning To faceless busy phones We gladly run in circles But the shape

Tell me baby tell me Are you still on the stoop Watching the windows close I've not seen seen you lately On the street, by the beach Or places we used

Who left you so? Who left you so? Who left you so? Striking a match for the keyhole Dark as the evening laid When he left you all alone Turning to

Daddy's ghost behind you Sleeping dog beside you You're a poem of mystery You're the prayer inside me Spoken words like moonlight You're the voice that

We found your name across the chapel door Carved in cursive with a table fork Muddy hymnals and some boot marks where you'd been The shaking preacher

Lately she don't care for a warmer breeze Or shade around the base of the maple trees Spring was on the mountain we climbed upon Stopped to see how high