Well, this songwriting thing seems to be up my alley... or at least, it's feeling fun to do, and so I'm doing it quite a bit! I've got a couple of others in bits and pieces, and one more complete "first draft," called The Widower. It seems, by reading it back, to be a bluegrass tune, perhaps...
The Widower
Thought I saw you standing there
Out the corner of my eye
Though you left 10 years ago
And without a sweet goodbye
Left here to live alone when
Years ago you disappeared
Wake crying ev'ry morning
You still gone as I had feared
Your brothers laid your ghost to rest
On the hill by the sugaring tree
Spitting cold rain that late Fall day
The day you were set free
I confessed in voice so low
While to me your ear you lent
All the things I wrote to you
In those letters never sent
Can't go on without you here
So keep you in dreams I must
Spectral bride to warm my bed
That of death I do not lust
Your brothers laid your ghost to rest
On the hill by the sugaring tree
Spitting cold rain that late Fall day
The day you were set free
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