Now is the end of the gentile Pluck aeolian harp, my child Beyond the lust of this moment Thin as a pine slat It does no good to call you mine You're
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone It's not warm when she's away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone She's gone much too long Anytime she goes away Ain'
Shake, sleep, wool and glass Hung on nails, here and there Wails the wall I pass In you alone, in you alone There is no harm In you alone In you alone
Thy will be done Here on this highway In every house and field I pray All in meekness yield, aided by want Among stranger people To disgrace so soon
It's always cold when she's away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone And she's always gone too long Any time, she goes away Ain't no sunshine when she'
Shook out my salvation in all four corners of my room Lowly is the dust, trustworthy the broom White lady, growlin' on a chain Peacock caw the sound
one eye Hide me in your hand with the mother of my children Where the land sinks deep in its color Bless the ground where we kneel, safe in your woven
Hidden inside him Music in the dark This conquering kindness To all in his quiver Burdened hard On the road By law all are wounded That you may know You
Do tell, how is the little pilgrim's progress Does he endeavor to persevere Close mantled to knives and kisses Just like when you were here What little
The night holds Holds a candle to you I see you are a hummingbird Living in the shadows of law Cleave her to vivid of dreams Picture before you The living
I am nothing without his ghost within And all your wooden eyes cannot see The good hand upon me I took my shelter 'neath the familiar tree I'm livin'
He come up and Throw himself down He finds no strength to get off this ground By the wave of the horsetail By the wave of the horsetail He wishes no
What are you about? Say something secret in an old order hush Trouble and suffering in a lovely rhythm A homespun clapboard, black strap thrush Devoted
eye These thoughts of you are the dreams that I have missed The touch of you, I hear, I hear Oh yes, and so are you in an always way Bound Woven Hand
And in so They took on As far as one can go To crack the smile And the old backbone You offer up not your reason alone Deep asleep as wolves Who rise
do tell how is the little pilgrims progress does he endeavour to perservere close mantled to knives and kisses just like when you were here what little
matter by your holy candle The clank of your second hand, the stare of your glass eye Have I no wisdom? That is not wise In that way we laid the rail, a woven
Deeply shaken see I come that way Ill at ease in my own skin I hum along to the down home drone Down in my soul to stay Ain't gonna listen to my own
