Bobby Long Being A Mockingbird lyrics

And the night it rests like a hammer blow
And breaks the morning it brings
The mad men are down on the crypt floor
Sleeping through their favors and sins

And I trained myself to be hardened
And greet the bird like the day
And I soared to greet lusty gambling
And I drenched myself in the dusk where they lay

And though I exchanged the dark for the darkness
And I hung the belt from the wing
So the traitors may part with their malice
But I'll remember everything

And I gave up myself to the heckles

And I planted the leaf from the book
And I admit I love my romances
The blackbird, the wren, the rook, no no now

The church house won't harbor their coffins
But the docks they whittle their ships
And to the pleasure the feast
And the memory and the soar of kissing her lips

And I gave up myself to the dawning
Of the morning bird in first flight
When I'm sure I ran the road of the pauper
I lost it all to the night, I lost it all to the night