10 Apr 2007
Belting out the Beatles, Dylan and the Byrds
Singing for his life although he doesn’t know the words
It echoed through the darkness when the power died
I can hear him singing now; I believe he’s still singing
That rhythm always came to her clear and strong
Jumping all over Kingdom Come
She brought this hard world right down to its knees
I can hear her singing now; I believe she’s still singing
Squeezing out the hope in each half-remembered line
Waging war with his fingers and a whiskey-soaked mind
The straight story served with a bad attitude
I can hear him singing now; I believe he’s still singing
Puts her babies down to sleep with a song all her own
Borne across the ocean to this Appalachian town
The sound of harmony, the sound of home
I can hear her singing now; I believe she’s still singing
When he sang hallelujah in that dry and dusty place
Were the very stones shaken by that most amazing grace
The feast for famine, drought for the flood
I can hear him singing now; I believe he’s still singing