Girl of the North Country (Cover)

This is an original. It sounds better with accompaniment, etc. 

Whiskey Hymnal

Born with a Heart wrapped in hemlock and poison oak,
I have been trying to find the antidote.
Wandering through woods alone in the dark,
looking for herbs growing deep in the blood of the bark.
Your timid young fingers reach out to mine.
But I am the way, the truth, and the light.
You look like a fighter; your shoes all tattered and worn,
But I am desire and you will be lost in the storm.

My lungs breath smoke.
My wings lay on the ground.
Your face in the mirror.
Your voice is the wind.

In the deep, dark pit of the forrest,
The river sings sweetly her harmony.
Babbling over sticks, and fish, and memory,
her arms they cooly envelope me.
Your timid young fingers reach out to mine.
But I am the way, the truth and the light.
You look like a sailor; your hair all tussled aside,
But I am the terror that sinks your ship by the night.

The Forrest

Cover of Bob Dylan's "Boots of Spanish Leather"

Boots of Spanish Leather

The Sailor

It Ain't Me Babe

This will be returned to and developed eventually. Just a rough draft of a rough draft. 

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