Monday, September 18, 2006

Hold on Real Tight V -- for singing

I think I've got it.

There's water in the canyons
And rain up in the hills
There's a rushing in the rivers
And lovers stranded up at the old mill

Wrap your arms around your baby
Hold on real tight
Ward against the Devil's laughter
And the witching light

There's a wind in the willows
And the sun gutters like a torch
Shadows race across the prairie
And silouettes watch from the porch
There's rain on the tin roof
And the creaking of the swing
Two bodies warm the chill evening
Water in the gutter sings

Wrap your arms around your baby
Hold on real tight
Ward against the Devil's laughter
And the witching light

The old mill leaks like a sieve
And the roads are turned to mud
Wet hair hangs in her eyes
And rain pounds in your ears like blood

Wrap your arms around your baby
Hold on real tight
Ward against the Devil's laughter
Beware the thief in the night

There's water in the canyons
And rain up in the hills
There's a rushing in the rivers
And lovers stranded up at the old mill

Wrap your arms around your baby
Hold on real tight
Ward against the Devil's laughter
And the witching light

Repeat refrain

2 comments:

luke said...

I really like it.

Josh Gentry said...

I'm glad to hear that. Your taste is close enough to mine that I trust it :-)

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