sun up over sangres, sun down through the gilas,
the sweetness between us and upper gallinas…
how's that old man you said would remember
the way we once were after many decembers?
the places we’d been?
my face evergreen in your red cedar tree memory.
after my many blunders, that tree would you soon sunder?
dig it up from its home in his mind?
would you burn it and leave it behind?
i sing for that old man, you see,
not for the young buck that he used to be.
i sing this for him and his grievous old tree,
serenade cedar and sweet old fogey.
silence through the spanish peaks, confession at the factory.
fantasy bound us, now coldness surrounds us…
could love so wrought ever stay tender?
of steel and of iron, destruction our mender,
the softer creatures that we did render
left us to become such wayward pretenders.
the new walzenburg ghosts, gilded age rubble their humble new hosts.
rusty pipes took their place in our hearts,
bore a rift that was there from the start.
i sing for that metal, you see,
not for the promises made you and me.
i sing for that old broken down factory,
serenade red busted brick mystery.
tall grass round a pinewood home where old friends and lovers roam,
the warmth in your strange face, could i your memory replace…
i dreamt of your golden haired baby boy.
your glistening hazels were a’blazing with joy
on the porch of the house you had built on the plains
with your beautiful wife and her hair all in braids.
he climbed in my lap, brought his hands to my face. when he laughed, all my pain he erased.
saw in me more than lost and forlorn,
he forgave me my trifling scorn.
i sing for all that child did teach,
not for the friendship we lost in the breach.
i sing for the innocence that i redeemed.
i sing for a moment we shared in a dream.
i sing for all that will never be spoke,
not for the bridges that must remain broke.
who knows if this will ever get through?
could this be the last song i’m singing for you?
darlin, this is the last song i’m singing for you.
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