Walk at dusk to the river's jaw
Beg for rest from the hand of God
With a wire brush, shook off the road
Dig a hole for the stiffened fox
To all the winds, hold high the hymnal
Gather blessings by the fistful
Where the edges reach the core will seek
Like glass and gold as clear as crystal
With shovels staves the stable stays
Bloated grain in endless waves
A grist mill grind, a swollen tide
I hold you tight like you were mine
Stash the wages, split the maple
Dress the barren fields in dead things
Will it always mean surrendering?
Would you wreck it all to stop the raining?
With shovels staves the stable stays
Bloated grain in endless waves
A grist mill grind, a swollen tide
I hold you tight like you were mine