Roses and Gold - Robin Jackson
Moonshine, oh cover me in moonshine,
and I will fill your cup with sentimental tales of raspberry wine
Cause I’ve been singing these cowboy tears since we came to an end
and Im writing snake oil poems and drinking alabast gin
Like a kite in the wind
I’m caught in a spin
I’m out on a limb
Sweet dreams oh cover me
in sweet dreams
and i will paint you a story of
roses and gold, and bittersweet things
It’s time to say hello to
These lonesome lullabies
and ride into the journey of a new sunrise
And may our river of tears
wash away all our fears
and make it perfectly clear
Sweet pie, oh mama make me
some sweet pie
fill it with whatever makes it better
and will cause my eyes to dry
And I pray to mother mary,
great spirit and the holy fool
That we listen to each other and
take heed of the golden rule
That you do unto me
what I do unto you
and we both see it through
Soft grace, oh cover me in soft grace
and I’ll fashion you a cup of forgiveness, gypsum, nettle and lace
Cause the poetry that you’ve
put inside my heart
rattles like a ‘57 engine about to start
Like a kite in the wind
I’m caught in a spin
I’m out on a limb
Rain dance oh do a little rain dance
call in the clouds and thunder to
wash away this sorrowful trance
And we’ll bath in rose petal fire
while the whill-o-whisps sing
and purify our eyes with water
from the holy spring
And in the days that were old
may the story that’s told
be one of Roses and Gold