Song Length |
8:07 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Folk - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Moving |
Subject |
Justice, Love a Married Person |
Similar Artists |
James Taylor |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The snow fell on the chapel and on the evergreens
As I drove up from the city with all my family
And my love and I we said the words they told us should be said
Though we knew that we'd been married since the day that we first met
And the snow fell on our shoulders and the snow fell in our hair
And the snow fell like a dying soldier on the world's despair
Her brother drove the limosene to take us back to town
Her little cousin sat beside us and rolled the window down
There were siren in the distance they sound like someone else's fight
The policeman at the intersection turned us to the right
There was a fire in the city that's all that we could learn
There was a fire in the city inside of Townsend Burns
We danced away the evening and we loved away the night
Then we took two jobs together with kids who'd lost their sight
And we cursed misunderstanding and narrow-minded men
And we did the things we found to do we thought would make a difference
And she gave all she had to give and I matched her where I could
Now they're saying Townsend Burns was crazy in all likelihood
She wasn't home at midnight she wasn't home at one
There was nothing but the waiting nothing to be done
And just before the phone rang I put it to my ear
The policeman said Hello then he said You better come down here
I took his information down and I stood up to get dressed
But there weas nothing I could find to fill the hole inside my chest
Townsend Ebeneezer Burns grew up on the hill
His father was a banker his mother owned a mill
And his brother is a scientist he's very tall and thin
Sometimes I watch them in the courtroom sometimes I wonder what they think
The judge is always on the telephone while the attorneys for defense
And the three pieces of the DA's man they're arguing again
Now I lie in this bed at night now I lie in this bed
And I touch the pillow where she used to lay her head
And I can see the snow fall on those trees and round that spire
Falling like an empty promise that dies upon the fire
Karl Williams
© Canny Lark Music