Robes of Bible Black - Howe Gelb

Keep little the promise

But less the lie

From down this mud here

To way up sky

Let light and love

Be keep to the test

And short supply

Never enter the nest

Now sleep with eyes rolled back

So tongue might taste

The sweet dream water

And not the waste

When time to turn

Come time awake

Back from luck

To the same mistake

Keep little the promise

But less the lie

From down this mud here

To way up sky

Let light and love

Be keep to the test

And short supply

Never enter the nest

Faint heart will rise

From track to trail

When the storm will ease

And clear skies prevail

It’ll find the one

With the heartless wail

It’ll slide back in

Where love grew stale

Wearing the robes

Of bible black

Torn to shreds now

From self attack

Lingering long

When it’s time to turn back

Better burying faint heart

By the railroad track