when i was young i heard you yell
a crashing like a breaking drum
and stretching skin across the bones
i wasn't there the day you fell
a light haired boy in mama's curls
and daddy's toxins in his veins
a tiny man with iron fists
might be too late to call it quits
and doors keep slamming in his head
you took him down and marked his grave
he hides his face in god's big bed
and covered up his tracks in shame
when he went east they told the truth
he found his peace crossing his legs
when he came home they crossed his head
and left him dead in a cold room
when the black crowds fly the sinners fight
a bloody war over heretics
and the saints with crooked backs arise
and spread their roots out like cavalry
the mighty trumpet is our guide
we marched around them seven times
and one by one the bodies fell
to break the silence of the night
he raised his tiny fists on high
the victor wheres the golden crown
and it came as no surprise
when he laid his body down
and left us in a quiet town
the name is etched across the tongues
but no one knows where it came from
the river tells us where to go
amazing grace we're on our own
amazing grace i'm not alone
Delicately constructed, understatedly intricate, and profoundly moving folk music from Scottish singer-songwriter Stephen McAll. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2021
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