First of August - Daniel Martin Moore, Joan Shelley

Oh, the first of August

Lying on the cold leaf ground

Coming out of focus

Colors slowly breaking down

Down the road

You’ve been drawing, pictures of

Where you go with the sweet wind

There’ll be trees there that you know

So careful, not to harm them

Show them, make a letter home

Down the road

Where you shining

I’ve seen at the fork

Momma knows you’ve gotta go, son

Sister’s gonna miss when you go

Down the road

You’ve been drawing, line by line

And the cold wind has been riding you

Riding you down

And if it wears harder

Still steps in a winding dark

There is music, that you’re raising

And you’re own, little baby

Is waiting, and oh, to think

That you were right

And don’t you think, that you were right

Momma knows you’ve gotta go, son

Sister’s gonna miss you, when you go

See the sun on the other side

On the first August