Mourning Song

verse 1 She walked into the kitchen where most mornings would begin Put her hands down on the counter, streched her fingers long and thin Drug her eyes across the wall to where he hung his mandolin And she whispered out the count like she was whispering it to him Mourning song, mourning song You were always on my mind, even though I am now gone I taught you these four chords so you could sing your mounring song verse 2 He was not much of a singer, there was shrapnel in his sound Always ready with a zinger that could burn the whole place down The love was undefineable, no beginning and no end Like so many ancient secrets blowing in the wind Mourning song, mourning song You were always on my mind, even though I am now gone I taught you these four chords so you could sing your mounring song Bridge The walls tumbling, gates are opening Sorrow in the window, sorrow will not win verse 3 From the morning through the evening of each and every day Wildness to wisom, from the gold on through the grey From the songs of newborn babies to those who failed along the way I have loved you and I will find you, now please sing me on my way With your mourning song, mourning song Pardon me if I’m sentimental, you were always strong So wake up little bird come and sing your mourning song