Humble Digs - Beth Jeans Houghton

Humble Digs - Beth Jeans Houghton
He came over like rolling thunder and his toes
Were lightly dusting
The twisted mountains as they groaned
And you can see him
Though he always tends to hide
From the helping hand that I provide
A devil's horseman a sweet delight beyond this town
In which we've chosen to lay our failing bodies down
And without season
It seems our leaves are turning brown
And I hope that he'll always be around
Together darlin' were keep some time both company
For without trying
You make a seasoned fool of me
Your hands have folded
And twisted my dry lock design
But honest darling I'll be fine
Four flags above this day
Four flags above this day
Contain the night in arms
Titans rising and all once vitals now implodes
Above your mantel your equine ornaments erode
Relieve this moment
Say that gestures don't afford
The lacquered tip of cupid's sword
Thou shalt not daunt me though the wounds may still remain
You will not haunt me or pass my sorry heart again
See me moving hold your ground as I retreat
Your memory beneath my feet
Four flags above this day
Four flags above this day
Contain the night in arms