Nathan - Vic Chesnutt

The great grandfather, with his pious beard

Bathed in the river, all his years

Many books, that lined his walls

Jews and gentiles, held him in awe

Nathan stepped through the broken window

And looked to the river where his mother once floated

Nathan stepped through the broken window

And looked to the river where his mother once floated

He had four sons, all healthy and proper

One was converted, became a christian doctor

His daughter filled with typhus and succumbed

He grew quiet his wife fell dumb

Nathan stepped through the broken window

And looked to the river where his mother once floated

Nathan stepped through the broken window

And looked to the river where his mother once floated

His granddaughter recalled, the day he died

She was six years old, frosted with fright

She clutched the toe, the stiff cold toe

And renounced the wrongs only she could know

Nathan stepped through the broken window

And looked to the river where his mother once floated

Nathan stepped through the broken window

And looked to the river where his mother once floated