Reckoning

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream.
Ah child of countless trees, ah child of boundless seas.

What are you, what are you meant to be?
Speaks his name for you were born to me,
Born to me, cassidy.

Lost now on the country miles in his cadillac.
I can tell by the way you smile he is rolling back.
Come wash the nighttime clean, come grow the scorched ground green.

Blow the horn, tap the tambourine.
Close the gap on the dark years in between.
You and me, cassidy.

Quick beats in an icy heart, catch colt draws a coffin cart,
There he goes and now here she starts, hear her cry.

Flight of the seabirds,
Scattered like lost words,
Wheel to the storm and fly.
Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by it's own design.
Nothing to tell now, let the words be your's, i'm done with mine.
Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by it's own design.
Nothing to tell now, let the words be your's, i'm done with mine.

In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground.
Don't murder me, i beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

I sat down to my supper, 'twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me.
Don't murder me, i beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

When i awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all i said was "come on in".
Don't murder me, i beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

The wolf came in, i got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.
Don't murder me, i beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

In the backwash of fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing 'round the fire.
Don't murder me, i beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me.
No, no, no don't murder me. i beg of you,
Don't murder me. please, don't murder me.

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they're better left unsung.
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then who's to guide you?
If i knew the way i would take you home.

La dee da da da, la da da da da, da da da, da da, da da da da da
La da da da, la da da, da da, la da da da, la da, da da.

I feel tears welling up from down deep inside,
Like my heart's got a big break
And a stab of loneliness sharp and painful that i may never shake.

You might think that i'm taking it hard since you broke me off with a call,
You might wager that i'll hide in sorrow and i might lay right down and bawl.

Now the race is on and here comes pride up the back stretch,
Heartaches a goin' to the inside, my tears are holding back, tryin' not to fall.

My heart's our of the running, true love scratched for another's sake,
The race is on and it looks like heartaches, and the winner loses all.

One day i ventured in love never once suspecting
What the final result would be.
Now i live in fear of waking up each morning,
And finding that you're gone from me.

There's an aching pain in my heart for the name of the one that i hated to face,
Someone else came out to win her, and i came out in second place.

Why i married me a bad girl, tell you the reason why
Bad girls will even do things on the sly
Look for your supper to be good and hot
She never even put a stew bone in the pot

She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born easy on the road again

Friend come by, say looking for his hat
Wants to know where your husband's at
I don't know, he's on his way to the pen
Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again

Went to my house the front door was locked
Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked
Jumped right back, shook my head,
Big old rounder in my folding bed
Jumped into the window, broke the glass
Never seen that little rounder run so fast

Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again

If you go down to deep elem put your money in your shoes
The women in deep elem they give you the deep elem blues

Oh, sweet mama, your daddy's got them deep elem blues

Once i had a girlfriend, she meant the world to me
She went down to deep elem, now she ain't what she used to be

Once i knew a preacher, preached the bible thru and thru
He went down to deep elem, now his preaching days are thru

When you go down to deep elem to have a little fun,
Have your ten dollars ready when the police man comes

When you go down to deep elem put your money in your pants
Cause the women in deep elem they don't give a man a chance

Oh, sweet mama, your daddy's got them deep elem blues.

Annie laid her head down in the roses.
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All i know i could not leave her there.

I don't know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All i know i could not leave her there.

Ten years the waves roll the ships home from the sea,
Thinkin' well how it may blow in all good company,
If i tell another what your own lips told to me,
Let me lay 'neath the roses, till my eyes no longer see.

I don't know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All i know i could not leave her there.

One pane of glass in the window,
No one is complaining, no, come in and shut the door,
Faded is the crimson from the ribbons that she wore,
And it's strange how no one comes round any more.

I don't know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All i know i could not leave her there.

Annie laid her head down in the roses.
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons, in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All i know i could not leave her there.