Cory Branan - Whiskey Grove Lyrics
my name is Miguel Simonea man who walked it aloneat least that's what it says on the stone under the sycamoremy mother was dead by the time i was bornin the black of my eyes the gypsy woman warnedshe could already see my path torn between the sun and the moonso i walked it and i walked it straightuntil i passed through so many a gatethat not even the blame and the hate of my father could followso roll me into my last shallow beduse carpenter tacks in the lidwaste not the silk on my head my lover has wovesee that no roses touch my graveno prayers to a god i never forgaveno final wishes, save that youbury my body and me down by Whiskey Grovei once knew the love of a wifesometimes the nectar, sometimes the knifebut it always seemed that my life was lived alongside of thingsthree children born one hot Julyshe clutched the one that did not diethe heat and the light just passed by as i carried the other two -i still carry the other twoi've seen the place where the daylight was killedand the blood of a blue moon lay spilledwhere hearts go quiet, memory stilled, rest is bestowedit's a place where the cup passeth over for goodand even Jesus would've hid if he couldin that forsaken stretch of wood they call Whiskey Grovemy name is Miguel Simonea man who walked it aloneat least that's what it says on my stone under the sycamore
