Them That Are Writing These Songs
Them that are writing these songs, ; Keeping far distance at home ; Keeping the words that I wanted to say ; Turned to a secret today, ; Soon I'll be on my way ; She who had wrote what I feel ; Keeping my thoughts there to steal ; And into her music she weaves in sorrow and pain ; And in golden letters my name, ; And in smaller letters my shame ; Words craft, children's stories, and time ; Kept in arrangements and rhymes ; And inside the music ; I had no one to blame ; Nor voice or spirit to claim ; No points of courage to gain ; Them that are writing theses songs ; Keep out the flesh, leave the bones ; Keeping the words that I wanted to say ; Kept as a secret they'll stay ; Out of reach distance a way; 