Testo Blessings from the Father

i'm gonna find the better part of me

piece of sky pinned down on the branch of a tree

hey baby won't you take a walk with me

drop your books and your gun to talk with me
i know that men have died this way but i never knew why

i just heard their final words as they fell like birds from the sky

it was high to you but it never seemed high to me

what was sky to you it was just another garden for me



and the blessings from our father flow

through the hills and down below

i know, oh yes i know, but still it hurts to see you go


i was building a new room for us today

lemon yellow walls and a sofa made of clay

it could hold three men and maybe four

if they'd lay their rifle bags on the floor

you could use a yellow place you could use some company

this floor won't hold you up my dear but you could feast your eyes on me

it was a suicidal mission anyway

a thin red line and it wasn't even thin today



and the blessings from our father flow

through the hills and down below

i know oh yes i know and still it hurts to see you go



you should think of the future at least occassionally

otherwise what do you really have in common with me

the birds that fall like paperweights at your door

are the men who sang with me on my floor

the blame will fall somewhere but it will not fall on me

i left it all behind when i left my family

left my death for a little blue piece of the sky

left you for an oppurtune chance to fly

and the blessings from our father flow





through the hills and down below

i know oh yes i know and still it hurts to see you go