High on the mountain,
I’m all alone,
Sittin’ by the river,
Water splashin’ on the stones;
As mornin’ fills the valley
Where before, the night was hung,
I wake up from the wine
But the pines block-out the sun

And the rain ain’t pleasin’,
And the cold is on the ground,
And strung-out on the byways
All the highwaymen stand round;
And above the crooked timber,
All the whippoorwills fly blue,
And they sing a song so lonesome,
Can’t you hear it comin’ thru?

Or did you decide
That you’ve gone deaf and blind
And I’ve been on the job so long
Who knows if I’ll survive, you just sigh,
As I wonder why I keep on
Tryin’ to get to you;
it’s no use…

There at your window,
Leanin’ on the ledge,
Y’got ‘em tryin’ to beat the blade
With a nine-pound sledge;
Y’got ‘em workin’ on a building,
Ev’ry carpenter in town;
Well if I had it my way
I would tear that building down

But it won’t get done
All I could ever win’s been won;
And I’ve been on the job so long
Who knows if I’ll survive, you won’t cry,
But will you try, if I die
While tryin’ to get to you, to
Bury Me in Georgia
Next to you

After all that I’ve been had
You’d think that I’d go mad,
But my anticipation
Outweighs my lack of patience;
‘Cause I’ve been on the job so long
Who knows if I’ll survive, so
Bury Me in Georgia
Next to you

Brass plays a sad tune
Over the motors of the pontoon.
I was lost; now I'm found
Rescued from
The dog pound

Mama! Mama! Go get a doctor!
Send forty days of rain
And a kettle of copper.
Ride that train! Hurry uptown!
That ol' blue norther's pourin'
At the dog pound

Well, it's hard to be humble
In this land by the sea
But it's so easy here to stumble,
Ain't it hard livin' free?
Hear that train? How sweet the sound...
That Burlington's a-blowin'
At the dog pound

Rally! Rally! Creepin' up the alley!
Rope that heifer! No slack on the dally!
Make her now become a cow
And milk the puppies
At the dog pound

And with the storm well on its way,
Back and forth the breakers sway;
Fools rush in, makin' their rounds,
But the muzzle has 'em puzzled
At the dog pound

Marianne!
Come in my love, where have you been?
Marianne!
Come in out from the rain, madame.

Marianne!
It won't be long, the fog won't last.
Marianne!
So long as all shall come to pass.

But don't tell me you can't remember
That bright night last November,
Marianne!
Won't you be my friend?

Marianne!
Did you foresee this circumstance?
Marianne!
Don't lie! Y'know, I've seen you dance...

And don't tell me you can't remember
That bright night last November,
Marianne!
Won't you be my friend?

Marianne!
We’re right back where it all began.
Marianne!
Tomorrow marks today again.

I saw seven years had begun,
It was good.
And I saw seven ears come from one,
It was good.
And the moon in the sky with the sun
Was so **** good.

And standing alone at the gate,
It was good.
I heard the earth come awake,
It was good.
But god only knows, if I break,
It's no **** good.

'Cause, I want you, tonight, over me
Yes, I want you, tonight, over me
You know what's true,
You know just what to do,
And I want you over me.

While the mountain fell to the sea,
It was good.
We fell to the sand on the beach,
It was good.
And it's obvious, naturally,
You know **** good:

That I want you, tonight, over me
Yes, I want you, tonight, over me
You know what's true
You know just what to do
And I want you over me

You know what's on my mind,
You know I'm thinking tonight:
I want you over me.

Must we go on believing
That the best is yet to come
When we both know for certain
All there ever was is done?
Because whatever we were meant to be
We never had a prayer;
You weren’t where you said you’d be
And I was never there.

I don’t mean to let you have it
Like I did back when in Rome
But the line goes slack for no one
And a soft tongue breaks the bone
But as for holding onto fullness,
As for reaching for my hand
All attempts are vain and useless;
I am never where I am.

So leave your burdens where they lie
With the words you’ve memorized
We said when we knew we’d fly,
And we’d never die,
And it was meant to be,
But it was fantasy;
And it was destiny
That won the duel

My beautiful little fool.
Farewell my love, farewell to you;
My beautiful little fool.

In spite of all that you’ve been taught
By the bull that you were bought,
And everything you think you thought:
You are what you are naught;
And all the days to come,
And all of your wisdom,
Will not save you from
Your heart’s rule

My beautiful little fool.
Farewell my love, farewell to you;
My beautiful little fool.

Maybe in your world
You feel no pain
And cry your tears
Beneath the rain.
And maybe in your world
You ain’t been blue,
And what you say
You need not do.

Maybe in your world
The stones gather moss
And love’s labors lost
Is just a sunk cost.
Maybe in your world
Your resolution soars
That the cause of peace
Calls for an act of war.

Maybe in your world
You waste away the years
Giving hostages to fortune,
Taking counsel of your fears.
Maybe in your world
You desecrate the halls
Of man and god and law,
Robbing Peter to pay Paul.

Maybe in your world,
You’ll serve no time.
Maybe in your world,
Maybe in your world,
Maybe in your world,
But not in mine.

Maybe in your world
Justice you’ve been told
Is giving what is owed
Back again one hundred fold.
Maybe in your world
The benefit of doubt
Is for god to give the innocent
When he has sort ‘em out.

Maybe in your world,
You’ll serve no time.
Maybe in your world,
Maybe in your world,
Maybe in your world,
But not in mine.

I woke up this mornin’,
All wound-up, down in the deep,
Laid-back under the haystack half asleep,
When she pulled up
In her Cadillac, uh huh,
And pointed to the two pillows
In the back, uh huh.
But will she get to me?
We shall see.

Out behind the barn
We tore thru the broomcorn plots;
Then up in the loft,
She cut the tops of my bootstraps off;
But she fits the bill
All by herself, uh huh;
All nine-yards on
A five-foot shelf, uh huh.
But will she get to me?
We shall see.

When autumn has rolled
Past the summer’s fold,
If the line goes slack,
If the wheels won’t go,
‘Cause I’ve never cried,
Not when mother died,
Nor this mornin’
When you went away —— ——
Was it then?
Or was it yesterday?

I told her: “It’s not fair!
It despairs the spirit of man,
To give a slave to their fate
Just to pay them to slave on demand!”
Then she said to me
While she was fixin’ her hair, uh huh:
“Some loser’s always tryin’
To make the whole world fair,” uh huh.
But will she get to me?
We shall see.

When autumn has rolled
Past the summer’s fold,
If the line goes slack,
If the wheels won’t go,
‘Cause I’ve never cried,
Not when mother died,
Nor this mornin’
When you went away —— ——
Was it then?
Or was it yesterday?

Here we go again,
Another yarn to spin,
As you once again
Pretend that it's the end.
And that besides your curls,
Your dimples, and your pearls,
You're not like other girls
And you wish you were my world;
And I wish you were all, my darling,
But I don't get to make the rules.

A man is not a man
Because he has a plan,
And just because he can
Counts ev'ry grain of sand.
For as sure as they are numbered
And that one and one is two,
Twelfth & Vine is on his mind
And Mississippi, too;
But I wish you were all, my darling,
But I can't seem to pick and choose.

Each time you come back down the hall ––
(Each time you earn my trust) ––
You confuse what you're supposed to do
With that which you must,
And by the idols of the mind
Young is wasted on the youth,
So to hell with being honest,
For once I'll tell the truth:
That I wish you were all, my darling,
But I wish they were all mine, too.

Sunday's bell broke the recess
And three times as professed
The gavel rapped before the rooster's caw
The horn was blown the drum was beat
And in the top of every street
We swooned with the wounded at the wall
And we said nothing just our prayers
But if someone's heard something
Nobody cares

And now with the yellow moon
Fixed beyond the clouds that loom
It soon would be a day the devil owned.
High on horseback thru the mud
They came and bathed their hands in blood
From the thumb up to the funny-bone
And we said nothing just our prayers
But if someone's heard something
Nobody cares

And by and by
We will crawl
Before we fly
High above
The middle of
Utopia

Lightning made the thunder ring
Until the dawn when suddenly
Light divided darkness in the east
Thus once more the wheel has turned
And proved itself a viperous worm
That gnaws the bowels of the beast
And we said nothing just our prayers
But if someone's heard something
Nobody cares

And by and by
We will crawl
Before we fly
High above
The middle of
Utopia

Deserted on an island,
Wishing on a star,
To shine thru the clouds above
And show me where you are.
While I wait at the station
For the train that I'm to board;
I'm going home
For my reward.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.

My revels now are ended,
I'm a man of twists and turns,
With many words to say,
Though for sleep I deeply yearn,
I get no satisfaction
From either anymore.
Solely from your kiss,
Only this and nothing more.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.

I thought I'd find you weeping,
Waiting for me at the loom;
I thought I saw your headlights,
But it was just the moon.
Vainly, I drank up the sea,
And now I'm cursed to roam
The sands — again —
Alone

Deserted on an island,
Wishing on a star,
To shine thru the clouds above
And show me where you are.
While I wait at the station
For the train that I'm to board;
I'm going home
For my reward.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.