Hickory
He kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsillShe'll never love him but knows that her father willHer fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle but herBreast never dries when he's hungry
The money came and she died in her rocking chairThe window wide and the rain in her braided hairA letter locked in the pattern of her knuckleLike a hymn to the house she was making
Blind and whistling just around the corner and there's aWind that is whispering somethingStrong as hell but not hickory rooted
She kissed him once cause he gave her a cigaretteAnd turned around but he waits like a turned down bedAnd summer left like her walking with another and aSound of a church bell ringing
The money came and he died like a butterflyA buried star and the haze of the city lightsA gun went off and her mother dropped her baby on theBlue feathered wing - we were lucky
Blind and whistling just around the corner and there's aWind that is whispering somethingStrong as hell but not hickory rooted