Album: The Bluing of the Sky
well the rivers run clear and the storm has gone away
and the day is just the kind that you would long for
when it all comes closing in and the fire is on the wind
so why should a man feel so done for?
there are one too many comforts and two too many loves
three too many ways to lose the reasons
that everything was good before desire became should
and summer was the winteriest season
the high lonesome wind is blowing through my soul again
and there ain't no way to keep myself from listening
when you speak to my soul of some direction i don't know
it is the high lonesome wind that keeps my living
well i don't know what is worse, a blessing or a curse
and you will always whisper in the silence
you leave me no relief when you plunder shallow peace
no refuge from the beautiful thunder
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