it's the warmest of falls
i've hardly noticed at all
the birds are still around
singing peace my little child
there's a crowd in the bar
there's a crowd in the church yard
there's a silence in my heart
while i sing you this prayer
please don't let go of me
went down to the tracks
can't seem to relax
feel a traveling coming on
what else could go wrong
there's hole in the earth
quicksand to mirth
i've played round it since birth
dodged it some but still it hurt
please don't let go of me
there's a big storm comin' round
it might flood or worse better climb to the high ground
if lightning chases me down
i will throw myself into your fate
