A Winter Tale - Bobby Long

I’m pale I’ve brought it back to Winter Tale*

So spare the ghosts around my neck

The winds against the sails

I’m shivering up a storm of roadside pines

Thirst shreds the ballast cold

And shows the olden times

I’m bold and sorrow thrown into the day

Into the barrels of the sun I turned and found a way

The naked branches cut the empty air

The river birds have fled away

From all their wear and tear

The covered surface hugs the board

But keeps in the sky

A childhood glimpse that keeps you warm

But hangs you to dry

The shameful dream, the shameful face

That pulls on your heart

Those brittle winds will keep the dawn

From you at the start

So bring me choirs to ease me on my way

So bring me screams of organs for the day

So bring me choirs to brighten all the gales

So bring me screams of organs and the wails

Of winter tales

I heard a lonely voice cut through the rain

«So take away my conscious mind and

Take away my fame,»

To embrace the day to cut through my only soul

I’d starch my love of all its parts

To the blackness of burnt coal