Robes of Bible Black

Keep little the promise But less the lie From down this mud, here To the way-up sky Let light and love Be kept to the test In short supply Never enter the nest Now, sleep with eyes rolled back So the tongue might taste The sweet dream o' water But not the waste When in time to turn Come time awake Back from luck To the same mistake Keep little the promise But less the lie From down this mud (here) To the way-up sky Let light and love Be keep to the test In short supply Never enter the nest Faint heart will rise From track to trail When the storm will ease And the clear sky prevails It'll find the one With the heartless wail It'll slide back in Where love grew stale Wearin' the robes (wearin' the robes) Of bible-black (of bible-black) Torn in shreds, now (torn in shreds) From self-attack (from self-attack) Lingerin' long (lingerin' long) When it's time to turn back Better bury y'r faint heart By the railroad track (railroad... track)