From the recording Burn Like A Field
Lyrics
The sun finally broke and it bursts into gold,
And it cracks like a yolk on my cast iron soul
And it lights up the skies and it lights up the plains
And it lights up my eyes like an old time refrain, singing:
Oh my God. So this is where you are. Early America
The dew turned to steam and it hangs on the pines.
And it stirs in like cream to my double shot mind.
And it opens the flowers and it opens the panes,
And it opens my heart like an old time refrain, singing:
Oh my God. So this is where you are. Early America
The wren told the time and it’s well understood.
And it rings like a chime through a Westminster wood.
And it calls up the boys, and it calls up the grain
And it calls up my voice like an old time refrain.
Oh my God. So this is where you are. Early America
The wind hit the leaves and the shadows are cast
And they blow like a breeze through my boarded up past.
And cannot describe, what I cannot contain,
And I cannot say why, but I sing the refrain, singing:
Oh my God. So this is where you are. Early America