In the Cinnamon Glow

Who shaped the rocks

These rivers and time?

A pilgrim, I'll receive

My fate from thee

Havilah spoke harsh towards the kids

Like they was not his kin even

Three white-headed girls in their baby teeth still

Shirtless, hopping through the jimsonweed

     

By God I pine for a companion

     

His doubt was ripe and foul

Tempered by four roses

And a lack of faithful work

He weren't no honest man

A drunk backslider don't stay on the job

Long enough to pay the light bill

And sad women go to church twice of a sunday

But are too ashamed to join the choir

     

By God I pine for a companion

     

He took a belt and buckle

To my back and ribs

For his envy was hard as diamonds

Yeah, hard as diamonds

I prayed through the beatings, drawing breath

Slow and measured til he wore himself out

I am a servant,

     

Unto the rapture

A wheel within a circle I suppose

        

By God I pine for a companion

     

I threw myself into the mouth

Of the Hiwassee

Where the Cherokee once lived proud

And fished for cutthroat

     

By God I pine for a companion

By God I pine for a companion