Burning Bush

All the widows watch

Through all window sills

Hair raising in every room

Up the street come a walking chill

An you ask for nothing

'Cept to be by my side

See my tears good father

Will they wash it away

All my dirt from your holy feet

No I don't believe it work that way

'Cause you ask for nothing

'Cept to be by my side

I seen you in the river

Before God and man

Held by the holy hand of winter

Laid low by winter's holy hand

Yes my sister girl

I know that it is true

You see me with the Lord's eye girl

An you see right through

An you ask for nothin'

Is there something behind my eyes

I can look good I swear

When the spirit blows

All ore and all through yea

My wretched bones

An you look for nothin'

'Cept to be by my side love

I seen you in the river

Before God and man

Held by the holy hand of winter

An brought low by winter's holy hand