Melancholy Wing ©2016 Robert George BMI
Well, I nursed her back to health one stormy April
When she hit my window in the misty rain
Though that songbird liked to rest upon my bookshelf
Her heart seemed to perch upon a branch of pain
It was like she felt a midnight song of sorrow
Would prepare her spirit to be strong tomorrow
Though it’s by the will of God we’ve all existed
We remain because our will to sing persisted
Then one shining dawn she found the blue sky
Where her feathered soul was free to sing
For the sweetest fruits of the deepest roots were folly
To that lonely, melancholy wing
She was walking down the highway in a cold rain
Her guitar case was an eggshell for her heart
I gave her a ride back to my mountain cabin
She took out her Gibson and released her art
O that songbird sang with just a tinge of sadness
And her music perched upon the fringe of madness
O her spirit wore the blues like ruby slippers
And it walked the wind beyond the Little Dipper
Then one shining dawn she found the highway
Where her feathered soul was free to sing
For the sweetest fruits of the deepest roots were folly
To that wayward, melancholy wing
To that lonely, melancholy wing
After midnight when this mountain wears the darkness like a cowl
I can feel her soul inhabit ev’ry whippoorwill and owl
Cos one shining dawn she found the blue sky
Where her feathered soul was free to sing
For the sweetest fruits of the deepest roots were folly
To that lonely, melancholy wing
To that wayward melancholy wing
That melancholy wing…
Melancholy Wing
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