oh my darling sometimes you feel so far away

I got the stumble of an infant child

the embrace of a man of clay

and you work to find sweet water

a place where you can pray

oh my darling sometimes you feel so far away

 

but my heart is a red red bird

soars above the dust and dirt

sings a song you never heard

my heart is a red red bird

 

nothing we can count on to face the rising flood

best we get might be to hold each other

slip together in the mud

taste the racing water feel the cooling of the blood

nothing we can count on to face the rising flood

 

my heart ...

 

nothing in the word can put the leaf back on the tree

or colour the ghostly outline of those

who hover just out of reach

teach me how to find this better hour that you see

nothing in the word can put the leaf back on the tree

 

my heart ...

let your heart ...

make your heart ...

may your heart ...

 

 

words and music © Noah Zacharin