Zachary - New Desert Blues

Collecting coal in the pit

While my father watches by

Ain’t no god that sees me fit

I hide my fortune in the rye

Watch the Winter come and go

See the trees reach out to Spring

Let the sun dry up the streams

See what harvesting will bring

And I lay down in the shadow of the mountain

Blackened by time and rain

And I raise my palms to the fire

Hope my hands could work again

A holy man builds a well

Lifting water from the sand

A traveling man begs him to sell

A portion of his land

He says «This is holy water

And all I want for it in return

Is the contents of your pocket

And a Bible I can burn»

And I lay down in the shadow of the mountain

Blackened by time and rain

And I raise my palms to the fire

Hope my hands could work again

And I lay down in the shadow of the mountain

Blackened by time and rain

And I raise my palms to the fire

Hope my hands could work again