Blueher, Plunkett, Wiley and Gray
Blueher, Plunkett, Wiley and Gray
Toiled like bugs to survive some way
Hawking magic medicine. Making hay
Being sure to do so while the sun shines
Bent and contemplating o'er a huge compromise
Long ago, he had wished for someone
Unexpectedly, he was met with misfortune
Everybody gathered by the roadside
Hey, she said, I know a place we can go to
Every sound she made soothed his mind
Red-faced with shame, sipping whiskey from a teacup
He would not wish her away
Blueher, Plunkett, Wiley and Gray
Struggled like dogs to endure their day
Hammering hot iron. Rolling in hay
Taking care they would not miss a sign
Plenty of men would have made the same choice
Long lazy curls fell past her shoulders
Underneath a sycamore they buried a white stone
Neglecting to notice who was watching
Carrie, I said, please won't you marry me?
Early the next morning she replied
Twenty years later and ten since the storm
The invitation lay on the table
Yellow is the colour of a fine desert flower
White, the colour of its poison sap
I've an old apron hanging by the cabin door
Liquorice root and jimson in the pocket
Blueher, Plunkett, Wiley and Gray
Rotted like leaves, so will I someday
Heavenly reminders that flesh is but clay
And I am in no rush to get in line
Blueher, Plunkett, Wiley and Gray
Toiled like bugs to survive some way
Hawking magic medicine. Making hay
Being sure to do so while the sun shines
Bent and contemplating o'er a huge compromise
Long ago, he had wished for someone
Unexpectedly, he was met with misfortune
Everybody gathered by the roadside
Hey, she said, I know a place we can go to
Every sound she made soothed his mind
Red-faced with shame, sipping whiskey from a teacup
He would not wish her away
Blueher, Plunkett, Wiley and Gray
Struggled like dogs to endure their day
Hammering hot iron. Rolling in hay
Taking care they would not miss a sign
Plenty of men would have made the same choice
Long lazy curls fell past her shoulders
Underneath a sycamore they buried a white stone
Neglecting to notice who was watching
Carrie, I said, please won't you marry me?
Early the next morning she replied
Twenty years later and ten since the storm
The invitation lay on the table
Yellow is the colour of a fine desert flower
White, the colour of its poison sap
I've an old apron hanging by the cabin door
Liquorice root and jimson in the pocket
Blueher, Plunkett, Wiley and Gray
Rotted like leaves, so will I someday
Heavenly reminders that flesh is but clay
And I am in no rush to get in line
Blueher, Plunkett, Wiley and Gray
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Writer(s): James Baniecki
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