From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees All blues hail Mary
A long ways off from here I'm going to dig my well from the bottom to the top Dig my well from the bottom to the top Dig my well from the bottom to
Life takes root in the deepest, dark ground Where bones, blood and honor have been trampled down And beaten like ponies and driven to town When reason
There's a song we used to know A kind of weary blues Some broken tune from long ago Some of us still like to use It hangs up high in the rafters Like
it was yesterday The birds have picked the blossoms, I think out of spite The dogs have taken to the street like it was theirs by right The clouds have drawn a curtain where the stars
every prayer Now there's a cut on my cheek that I can't leave alone I reach it to find just how close to the bone Does my skin and my blood allow me
a call it a truce for now Georgia looks covered in blood from the air Where the clay and river fight and run as a pair And women comb bramble and stones from
you Whispered things that even money won't do Nobody knows the man that I keep hid Something startled you late last night Something startled you late last night A ghost from
loveliest tumble from grace Into the arms of what is unbound From gravity's rule by a glimpse of your face It sets to falling what will never touch ground From
kinder afternoon? I feel the fray of every letter To cross your lips that know no better Disarray, disarray I want my story straight But all the others bend From
