Beth Jeans Houghton Humble Digs lyrics

He came over, like rolling thunder and his toes
Were lightly dusting, the twisted mountains as they groaned
And you can see him, though he always tends to hide
From the helping hand that I provide

A devil's horseman, a sweet delight beyond this town
In which we've chosen, to lay our failing bodies down
And without season, it seems our leaves are turning brown
And I hope that he'll always be around

Together darling, we'll keep some damn good company
For without trying, you make a seasoned fool of me
Your hands have folded, and twisted my dry-lock design
But honest darling, I'll be fine

Come fourth and I will raise
Four flags above this day
Contain the night in arms


Titans rising, and all once vitals now implode
Above your mantle, your equine ornaments erode
Relieve this moment, say the gestures don't afford
The lacquered tip of cupid's sword

Thou shall not daunt me, though the wounds they still remain
You will not haunt me, or pass my sorry heart again
See me moving, hold your ground as I retreat
Your memory beneath my feet

Come fourth and I will raise
Four flags above this day
Contain the night in arms