The Good Son

Go son, go down to the water And see the women weeping there Then go up into the mountains The men, they are weeping too Father, why are all the women weeping? They are weeping for their men Then why are all the men there weeping? They are weeping ba

One more man gone One more man gone One more man is gone The good son walks into the field He is a tiller, he has a tiller's hands But down in his heart now He lays down his queer plans Against his brother and against his family Yet he worships his b

Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Every time you come around We talk about it al

I set out on monday The night was cold and vast And my brother slept And though I left quite quietly My father raged and raged And my mother wept Now, my life was like a river All sucked into the ground And then the hammer came down Lord, the hammer