Mourning Song

She walked into the kitchen Where most mornings would begin Put her hands down on the counter Stretched her fingers long and thin

Drug her eyes across the wall to where he hung his mandolin Then she whispered out the count like she was whisperin' it to him

Morning song, mourning song You were always on my mind and even though now I am gone I taught you these four chords so you could sing your mourning song

He was not much of a singer There was shrapnel in his sound Always ready with a zinger That could burn the whole place down Their love was undefinable No beginning and no end Like so many ancient secrets Ever blowing in the wind

Morning song, mourning song You were always on my mind and even though now I am gone I taught you these four chords so you could sing your mourning song

The walls are tumbling The gates are opening Sorrow will not win No, sorrow will not win

From the morning through the evening Of each and every day Wildness to wisdom From the gold on through the grey From the songs of new born babies To those who fell along the way I have loved you and I will find you Now please sing me on my way

With your morning song, mourning song Pardon me if I'm sentimental, you were always strong Wake up little bird, come and sing your morning song