Curses

Take all your troubles and cast them off the mountain
There's not much to say when troubles are falling away
Take all your curses and drown them all in a stream
No reason to weep when curses are carried to sleep

And you, my love will witness the call of the wind
And blood will wake and I will take a breath
The wind will call and I will fall into dreams

Let go of pictures, of pounds, of pains and pins
The perils that live inside your skin are blessed
Make your work be all that rides your back
And stay in the valley that moves you down the ravine

And you, my love, will be the one who flies through the night
Your words of old will weigh like gold on the height
But I won't hear until I am clear on the flight

And you, my love, will see me become untied
The mess I made will force me down with the spade
But troubles will fall and I won't remember at all

Take all your memories and bore them out of your heart
The past now is gone, so clean up your mess and start