How the Song Goes

[couchgrouch]

How the Song GoesThe colors are bright and glist'ningin the heartland twilight skyas if God just finished a pictureand the painting wasn't drythe south wind is full of whistles'round the silos and the haybalesas an old man hums while drinkingpeach brandy and pumpkin aleand as daylight slowly disappearsnightsongs put a teardrop in his earafter all this time darkness still knowshow the song goeshe hopes the baskets of harvestkeep the bellies of winter fedmost of his life is behind himand he still can't get aheadbut he'll win his war with sadnesswithout landing a single blowsome men fight with bow and arrowand some with fiddle and bowfiddle against his bearded chinhe saws a gospel tune from the windwhere he lives even whippoorwills knowhow the song goesseeds of Spring are crops of Autumnseasons retreat...seasons advanceso men should give time that's passingmore than just a passing glancebecause fate is just a fiddlerwho plays for each man to singsomehow he plays many songs onfiddles with just a few stringsthat old man feels the wind and sees the skyhe won't miss a note until he diesthen he'll drop his fiddle cos he knowshow the song goes(c)2004 Robert George