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We came in this world together |
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Legs wrapped around each other |
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My cheek against my sister's |
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We were born like tangled vine |
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We lived along the river |
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Where the black clouds never lingered |
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The sunlight spread like honey |
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Through my sister's tiny hands |
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But while picking sour apples |
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In the wild waving grasses |
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Sister stumbled in the briar |
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And was bitten by a snake |
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Every creature casts a shadow |
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Under the sun's golden fingers |
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And as the sun sinks past the waving grass |
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Some shadows are dragged along |
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Alone, I took to drinking |
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Bottles of cheap whiskey |
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And staggering through the back woods |
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Killing snakes with a sharpened stick |
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But still I heard her laughing |
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In those wild waving grasses |
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Still her tiny hands went splashing |
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At the river's sparkling shore |
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So I took my rusty gas can |
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And an old iron shovel |
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I set the woods to blaze |
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And choked the river up with stones |
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Every creature casts a shadow |
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Under the sun's golden fingers |
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And as the sun sinks past the waving grass |
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Some shadows are dragged along |
