a kind of music Of the buttons popping off her dress She knows that's just the way it goes On the dark streets below Adelle came from a decent town Scraped by
The trees gave up their up their roots And the lepers left their caves All the rattlesnakes came down from the mountain And the kings all became slaves
Meet me in the valley See me pass on the street You'll find me in the garden Trampled flowers 'neath my feet The oceans'll seethe And have no reprieve
love know You pressed your face against her headstone Offered up a prayer for others like her The trees were bare when mama left us Now they fruit and bloom On Sunday morning
Flint and steel Pine needle bed There ain't nothig like the woods To clear your head I got a real nice piece With a handle of bone A good friend to have