Through these years and pines
As we tumble down the hallways of our minds
Dressed in black and white
I don't roll these cotton sleeves up just for style
And I'd no sooner be forgotten
Than let my worst come out ahead
Oh, and I'd no sooner be forgotten
Won't you lay my fears to rest?
Oh, you ancient kind
I bet your toes will hit the water before mine
Swinging from the vine
As your yellow dress hangs dry upon the line
Oh, and I'd no sooner be forgotten
Than let my worst come out ahead
Oh, and I'd no sooner be forgotten
Won't you lay my fears to rest?
Ancient kind, be strong
You are older in your heart than you are young
Through these fields we run
Singing songs like our tongues under the gun
Oh, and I'd no sooner be forgotten
Than let my worst come out ahead
Oh, and I'd no sooner be forgotten
Won't you lay my fears to rest?
