Ballad of the Mallard

Sawyers gone away on a long vacation
Had some words to share but now they make me so impatient
Tried to write a letter but then i got the fear
that the words on the paper would be better to hear

But there ain't much to do but sit and think of you
And there's so much to cry about but still the tears they just won't fall not anywhere not anything could fix the knicks in all my silver rings

But there ain't much to do but sit and think of you
And there ain't much that i'm
Ready for these days i just don't
Have the strength to keep it all in line
To keep you off my mind

Wake up in the night
From a terror that
You could only try to ever
Forget

Stay up through the night with a recollection
Of something
That hasn't
Happened
Yet

The rain is gone the sheep have bred
The rain is come the horses fled
And in my ear notes like death
The gift of love
an everlasting power

The rain is gone the sheep have bred
The rain is come the horses fled
And on my tongue
The taste of life
The gift of song
The Ballad of the Mallard
Ballad of the Mallard

But there ain't much to do but wallow here with you
And there ain't much to talk about so when we
Speak we gnash our teeth so hard they crumple in our cheeks
And every bit and every piece is sea glass cutting
Gashes in my skin

But there ain't much to do but sit and think of you and there
Ain't much that i'm looking forward to
I just don't have the time
To do nothing
And so i'll sing and sing and sing
The Ballad of the Mallard
Our melodies for Sawyer
Melodies for Sawyer