Marrow

It's coming up roses, coming on 3AM
I been driving for days, I don't even know where I been
But I'm getting close now, I can hear your voice in the wind
Calling me home like some old gospel hymn

Swing low, and carry me
Across the mountains of east Tennessee
Swing low, I'm almost home
I been missing you with all the marrow in my bones

The reservoir is shining, a million rising suns
Still an hour of sleep on a bench seat ain't enough
To make a man from the ghost that I've become
But it might to stand inside your light, my love

Swing low, and carry me
Across the mountains of east Tennessee
Swing low, I'm almost home
I been missing you with all the marrow in my bones

Coming up the drive, the gravel spins
That ol' house leans like it loves the wind
I wonder does your hair still hang down
And am I now who I was then
Grayer maybe, broken in
Same old blues, ever homeward bound

Swing low, and carry me
Across the mountains of east Tennessee
Swing low, I'm almost home
I been missing you with all the marrow in my bones



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Rogers Cramer
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