You think to tell me who I am But you don't know me well at all Hide your head inside your hands And turn your back against the wall (turn your back against the wall)
La da daaa...
I meant to tell you I would go But now the words, they won't leave my mouth I think I'll leave before the snow I'm going south, going south (I'm going south, going south)
I think I'll leave 'fore the songbirds wake I think I'll leave 'fore the purple dawn When you arise, make no mistake I'll be gone, long gone, I'll be gone, long gone
I'll be gone 'fore the rooster crows I'll be gone 'fore the church bells sound I'll be gone and when I go I'll leave no tracks upon the ground I'll leave no tracks upon the ground
"Blue Rail Line" by Emily Nott
I'm gonna pack up my suitcase I'm gonna lock up my door I'm gonna lace up my Sunday shoes I ain't a' coming back no more
Chorus: I miss you way down deep in my bones, love Way down deep in my bones You've been gone such a long, long time One of these days gonna hop that blue rail line
There is a short term cure in a bottle but a long term cure on a train cause I'll be sick down deep in my bones 'Til I see my baby again
I'm gonna tell the conductor When he asks to see my fare I'm a' gonna go to Chicago See my baby cause I love him so You can't stop me, hell I'm halfway there
Now I can't afford me no ticket I ain't got no Sunday shoes I'll still be schemin' and hopin' and dreaming that I can break these old blue rail line blues
I miss you way down deep in my bones love Way down deep in my bones love Way down deep in my bones my love One of these days I'm comin' home to you
"Blue House" by Emily Nott
My days in the sun have already begun From the first day that I know From a sunflower so tall it could crawl up the wall Right through my open window Now I guess I'm grown and I'm out on my own and I go where the wind blows...
Chorus: That’s when I’ll fly back South Back to that old blue house Just when you thought you lost me I’ll walk in through the door and sit down on the floor And say, “Tell me a story.”
Or I’ll write from a place with the wind on my face Where the black water glistens Find a hundred new homes and some tales of my own and I know you will listen
Or I’ll show up one day out on sleeping bear bay and we’ll hunt Petoskeys We’ll be laughing somehow, it seems so crazy now, that you thought you lost me
That’s when we’ll fly back South, Back to that old blue house Right through my open window We’ll walk in through the door It’ll just be us four And we’ll tell our stories
"The Blackest Crow" (Traditional)
As time draws near, my dearest dear When you and I must part What little you know of the grace and awe of my poor aching heart. Each night I suffer for your sake you're the one I love so dear. I wish that I was going with you, or you were staying here.
I wish my breast was made of glass Wherein you might behold Upon my heart your name I wrote, In letters made of gold. In letters made of gold, my love, Believe me when I say, You are the one I love the best Until my dying day.
The blackest crow that ever ﬂew will surely turn to white. If ever I prove false to you, Bright day will turn to night. Bright day will turn to night, my love The elements will mourn. If ever I prove false to you, The seas will rage and burn.
And when you're on some distant shore, Think of your absent friend, And when the wind blows high and clear, A line to me, pray send. And when the wind blows high and clear, Pray send a note to me, That I might know by your handwrite How time has gone with thee.