Goddamn You, Jim

Winter passed without a glaze, took our only boy at last

You cried God's arms were a blind an' bleeding ocean

Blooming spring brought all I need

Warmth and rain for me to seed my earth, good earth for our boy to lie in

In the summer I worked the land

She walked like she still held his hand

And I swear to God I saw her once of trace a'smiling.

In the autumn, my gold wheat swaying,

I cut her down from where she was swinging

She said: Goddamn you, Jim, up there I could hear him laughing