The Handing Down

In the handing down, the handing down Maybe the truth will not be shown And the dark will just roll on and on Roll Of three rivers where's that star you once Held above my faded dreams Heart worn more than some, I guess But I'm still holding at the seams Still holding at the seams Scarecrow holds an hourglass Above the cross roads for me Filled with tears and twilight From a friend's dying day Here's a turkey feather for his favorite hat And a love letter from the ace of spades A love letter from the ace of spades An anchor in the crown Of Queen Anne's lace and chicory A charm, a charm to drive away All the heartaches I gave All the goodbyes and the I love you's I said but not in time But mine is the heart of lonesome pine And the choices weren't always mine The choices weren't always mine