The Deep Forest and Wide Sea
I was going to worry If I am ever good enough for you I am just an old song Sung too many times My odds are even worse than Ever being worth a few dimes Way back so many years ago I wasn’t that little a girl Missed many opportunities But then the spirit, I assume Was alive all along, counting One, two, three and Gong Dinner is served, y’all Better hurry and come along Night and day someone not lost yet Is just figuring out as They go on with their song If they are more like the cowboy’s way Keeping up with herds and hay Or is there a way out of This wild saddling, cinching That one of those square knots You go into the rabbit holes, Wait for a day that changes With warmth and colors, But alas the mountains Casting such shadows, big old Trees with darkness as it falls Under the stars and the rising storms.. Freezing all around Bone chilling bitter colds Biting into your elbows With the cat in the cradle Horse in the saddle Dogs whinin...