Lord, Make Me a Scorpion

Lord, make me a scorpion

Give me a poisonous tail that I can wield

Lord, make me a rattlesnake

Give me a skin I can shed in an open field

And Lord, just one more thing

Make those lonesome bells of mine ring

For her no more

Lord, make me a juniper

Send me to stand all alone on a mountainside

Lord, make me a violet

Leave me to grow small and wild in a place I can hide

And Lord, just one more thing

Let those winding whippoorwills sing

For her no more

Lord, make me a thunderstorm

Let my rage turn into mercy that falls from my eyes

Lord, make me a tumbleweed

Empty my head of the mem’ry of faithful blue skies

And Lord, just one more thing

Let those cold Northern winds bring

Her round no more

O Lord, just one more thing

Let those lonesome bells of my treacherous heart ring no more

Oh ring no more

Please ring no more

Oh ring no more