I tore my dress in May Never had the time to mend I bore your son the day The sky was red from end to end I gave to him your name And on his lips I laid my own I rocked him through the rain I held him through the snow Ive been okay with you leaving this town Ive been okay with you traveling all around Lonely for certain Im holding my ground But Im weary of waiting in a tired town I wear my hair in braids I tie it with a golden band I sweep the porch we made And then I sit and stare across This land where I have laid A son to rest youd never known Theres lilies on the grave Beyond the wall of stone I sold my Sunday shoes The way Im walking lately Im far better if I lose The sole that keeps the ground from mine My way is hardly new I find I walk a weary line Theres little to refuse For sparrows left behind
weary, okay, laid, braid, sole