Yea Tho We Walk歌詞

Yea Tho We Walk - Meg Hutchinson
Cold morning in the midwest
Winter earth in a wedding dress
Sun creeping over those
Blue angels of death
So much corn and loss and god
Hold the good book tight
For fear the fields will swallow you at night
Landing low over the prisons
Omaha at eppley field
Inmates down in the courtyard
So close that I can feel
So much rage and hope and grief
And this dream of getting free
Fueled by the sound of airplanes as they leave
Oh my friend is that your hand in mine
This valley grows darker each time
Oh my friend the soul seems
Made from such a thread
No matter how it tears it always tries to mend
Seems death is my new neighbor
He watches me in my garden
His silhouette in the window so terrible and handsome
If I turn away or if I watch him carefully
Will I not fall in love today
Oh my friend is that your hand in mine
This valley grows darker each time
Oh my friend the soul seems
Made from such a thread
No matter how it tears it always tries to mend
Do unto others love thy brother
Yea tho we walk tho we walk