Awake through the night, and this flood water around her
Reminds her of the time and low country boys
And their bottles without her, though she�s on their minds
Hands in black mud, at the foot of the manger
She�ll always be young and free to be wrong
A black lamb licks the dirt off her feet with its tongue
We are blessed, aren�t we?
In the shade of these large auburn leaves
Unexpectedly we arrive where we�re all meant to be
Awake through the night, and she prays in the morning
For distance from harm and low country boys
With their wealth of protection and mean battle-arms
Hands in black mud, as she sits by the manger
And closes her eyes, the wind blows outside
A black car pulls the gravel and wants her to ride
So who will she love, with her head lowed like ashes?
The sky lost tonight, the wind blows outside
A glass jar in the window, her shape blocks the candlelight
Reminds her of the time and low country boys
And their bottles without her, though she�s on their minds
Hands in black mud, at the foot of the manger
She�ll always be young and free to be wrong
A black lamb licks the dirt off her feet with its tongue
We are blessed, aren�t we?
In the shade of these large auburn leaves
Unexpectedly we arrive where we�re all meant to be
Awake through the night, and she prays in the morning
For distance from harm and low country boys
With their wealth of protection and mean battle-arms
Hands in black mud, as she sits by the manger
And closes her eyes, the wind blows outside
A black car pulls the gravel and wants her to ride
So who will she love, with her head lowed like ashes?
The sky lost tonight, the wind blows outside
A glass jar in the window, her shape blocks the candlelight