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Off the Chama I was born and raised,
and by the dry bed spent most my days.
My mother she taught me the letter
My father he drove wielding strings of brown leather.


Though master of field mice and the governor of crows,
My kingdom like all did dissolve,
For my age it turned over and over again
And I spied a true kingdom my heart did demand


She’s bright as the moon-glow and quick as a cat,
her eyes like a quarry of stone,
And under her bosom was a true beating heart,
mine rattled my breastbone a as a prisoner of war


And as the cruel world it turns still in its place
my love swept by the river of sorrow away
for there was work needed in yon distant land,
and like every migrant not a chance did she stand.


So I took to the orchards and hay fields of north,
picked peaches and swung a bent sickle all day,
my back it grew weary and my eyes they grew dim,
For the fruit of each blossom and the bend in each stem
only echoed her praises to me


So I looked to the water to make up my pay,
A skipper right down mighty Yakima’s shores
Down Kennewick, Richland, and Pasco way,
But each day I thought of her more


So I took to the timber to keep on my way,
Knocking logs to Big Sandy to roll on away,
But there in each ring, and each needle her face,
I returned to my home with her memory did race.


As I rode up in the window I stared,
two hands like a flutter of doves,
Long flowing locks like the girl I had loved,
swung loose in the frame as from heaven above


She said “I’ve been waiting for seven long years,
I slipped back by the cover of night”
My parents I left but my true love had gone,
But believed your return would come once for all.


She’s bright as the moon-glow and quick as a cat,
her eyes like a quarry of stone,
And under her bosom was a true beating heart,
mine rattled my breastbone a as a prisoner of war


And as the cruel world turns still in its place,
One pardon was granted to me,
Though sickness and death do accompany grace,
My love does accompany me.

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from I'll Swing My Hammer With Both My Hands, released February 4, 2014

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