Run Fast Death Might Catch You by Walter Jones

i
Got myself a memory
of the days when I was free
drank my fill of good clean water
did not own or owe no nobody
just walked the path of glory
my soul was mine to keep
ii
Mountains creek in the vale of
destruction
Desert screams dust left in the
grave of fountains
slow beat of a strumming guitar
wave of her skirt
show starts in the water of dying
cactus flowers grow
burning sand takes the body dreaming
mirage knows
iii
Love it takes the final flower
turns the boy into a man
don't you want forever
slip the brandy in her hand
child of grace just like the river
iv
Lover of his hand
she is the wonder of forever
he is her loving man
will and faith go on in silence
walk the water
see the land
v
If you ever can find a moment
then you just might understand
field is clover in the back ground
body tested in the mind
watch the willow reach up grab her
just one time for old times
vi
Swing the rope and dance the jig
for the whole world to see
we was his little angel
I was her final dream
vii
Rope hangs limp now
town gone back to bed
black boy he is swing
cold and dead
viii
Take your mother hear your father
leave this place
chase the river to the north
son don't let anger touch your face
ix
Got no money got no plans
just pushing for the gold
watch you back boy
if you want to get very old
x
In a cabin in the hills before time
heard a train screaming beat you
as the fiddle kept the time
rosy she is a singing
in the garden of the Lord
xi
The last of forever is on the clothesline
heading north
Black the water cold and ugly
sweet the angels soul
xii
If you going to meet
my Mary best you have
a pouch of gold
xiii
She will take all you have
leave you only with your soul
see him swing in the morning
hear his crying in the night
she was his darling
they took her then his life
xiv
Work her till she can barely move
each a turn in mountain of her lose
Boys are laughing a drinking
as he kills them one by one
xv
No dust will ever see him
he is forever north on the run
Mountains creek in the vale of
destruction
Desert screams dust left in the
grave of fountains
slow beat of a strumming guitar
wave of her skirt
as her savior she meets

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by Walter Jones (Age: 62)
copyright 03-12-2005

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