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Red River Clay Lyrics
he waits my love, he waits my love,
down in the tall pine bay.
and by his side a stone inscribed,
and it’s as cold as the red river clay.
i knit ten miles of black wool,
finally broke that dreadful spell.
beneath the trees, the grass and the weeds,
can you hear that steeple bell?
you stay too long, you’ll sink right in,
it opens up like a trap door grinning
into every empty space along the way.
i’ve got better things to do
than work my wheels into a spin
and lay down in that cold red river clay.
i’ve got a bouquet full of weeds i pulled
that cling to me like this old black wool.
i place them by my lover’s side
where my name stares back at me.
these dandelions and daffodils
still have all these holes to fill,
but i won’t shuffle cards until i’m grey.
i’ve got better things to do
than work my wheels into a spin
and lay down in that cold red river clay.
down in the tall pine bay.
and by his side a stone inscribed,
and it’s as cold as the red river clay.
finally broke that dreadful spell.
beneath the trees, the grass and the weeds,
can you hear that steeple bell?
it opens up like a trap door grinning
into every empty space along the way.
than work my wheels into a spin
and lay down in that cold red river clay.
that cling to me like this old black wool.
i place them by my lover’s side
where my name stares back at me.
still have all these holes to fill,
but i won’t shuffle cards until i’m grey.
than work my wheels into a spin
and lay down in that cold red river clay.
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