The river winds round these little green hills And stays in the woods for days We were built to consider the unmanifested And make of love an immaculate place I hear a smile and a tear in you voice Dont lay the groundwork for a case of remorse When you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind Ill come back the way that I came Shot of dixie hemlock will take care of the pain Now a man keeps his money folded square in his pocket And doesnt take everything that he could Hell rise like a lion and line himself up With the poor, the fair, and the good When you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind Will you hang a lamp at the end of the lane? Blackeyed Susans from the Maryland shore Well trim back the thorns around the hospital door More will be seen than will be understood Go with the poor, the fair, and the good The poor, the fair, and the good
fair, poor, wind, twist, unmanifested