Bellwether Ballad Songtext

von Israel Nash

Oh, miss Mary I settle down,
Make an honest man out of me,
Well I take to your father's land,
I learn to keep good company.

In the spring you can marry me,
But women and pain they never wait.
Some got the timing right, but I was too late.

Oh, my bones are tired and worn,
Time it shows upon my face,
I'm still looking for those mountain tops,
You can tell by the way I celebrate.

The fire's now have all gone out,
But I think that I would stay,
Some got the timing right, but I was too late.

Sometimes I think that the sky will break,
You just keep me on the line,
My mother's praying that my soul he'll take,
A hope that gets me through the night.

I should turn the pages of your book of ages,
But my hands with age they shake,
Some got the timing right, but I was too late.

Oh, Missouri won't you bless my soul,
'cause I'm a Bellweather son,
When this city, it spits me out,
To the yours old highlands I will run.

If you don't hear from me, keep it in your memory,
Try to make it everyday,
Some got the timing right, but I was too late.