There you stand in your dungarees
Looking all grown up and so very pleased
When you write your poems they have so much to say
When you speak your dreams it takes my breath away
You know I want to be a ball player
A regular slugging fool
But both our dreams must wait awhile
Until we finish school
And so you and I
We'll watch our years go by
We'll watch our sweet dreams fly
Far away, but maybe someday
I don't know when
But we will dream again
And we'll be happy then
Till our time just drifts away
There you stand in y
Burning Bush
all the widows watch
through all window sills
hair raisin' in every room
up the street come a walkin' chill
an' you ask for nothin'
'cept to be by my side
see my tears good father
will they wash it away
all my dirt from your holy feet
no i don't believe it works that way
'cause you ask for nothin'
'cept to be by my side
i seen you in the river
before god an' man
held by the holy hand of winter
brought low by winter's holy hand
yes my sister girl
i know that it is true
you see me with the lord's eye girl
an' you see right through
an' you ask for nothin'
is there somethin' behind my eyes
i can look good i swear
when the spirit blows
all ore an' all through yeah
my wretched bones
an' you ask for nothin'
'cept to be by my side love
i seen you in the river
before god an' man
held by the holy hand of winter
brought low by winter's holy hand