French Sky Blue Waltz
Lyrics by Brieve Morison
I heard your train roll over
As I lay beneath the bridge
Picking at the chicken bone
I’d stolen from her fridge
I hear your bottle of wine
Splinter on the track
As you said I can only play
For a thousand the market is so slack
The harvest fires of France and Spain
Burn red in the month of September
As the blades of the loose footed workers glint
In the sun as the mountains descend her
I see a rain that pours
On some far off ocean shore
And whether you’d be there or not
I know I’d stay indoors
Ever since it bit the priest the dogs been chained all day
Lying hiding in the shadows simply pining away
I’m sure he misses your company roaming in the grass
But most of all he misses the sound of your guns blast
I strained my ears to hear the sound
Of your train as it died away
Then walking home on the same rough road
Beneath the milky way
I heard that dog start barking pleased to see someone
I think he’ll find as time goes by you weren’t the only one
