I always knew that you would take yourself far from home as 

soon as, as far as you could go. By the 1/4 inch cut of your hair and
the Army issue green, for the past eight weeks I can tell where you've
been. For I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me there
was soldier's blue blood streaming inside your veins. There is a world
outside of this room and when you meet it promise me you won't meet it
with your gun.
So now you are one of the brave few, it's awful sad we need
boys like you. I hope the day never comes for "Here's your live round
son. Stock and barrel, saftey, trigger, here's your gun." Well I
knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me there was soldiers
blue blood streaming inside your veins. There is a world outside of
this room and when you meet it promise me you won't meet it with your
gun taking aim. For I don't mean to argue, they've made a decent boy
of you and I don't mean to spoil yourhome coming, but baby brother
you should expect me to.
"Stock and barrel, saftey, trigger, here's your gun." So now
does your heart pitter pat with a patriotic sond when you see the
stripes of Old Glory waving? Well I knew, I could see, it was all cut
and dried to me there was soldier's blue blood streaming inside your
veins. There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it
promise me you won't meet it with your gun taking aim. I don't mean
to argue, they've made a decent boy of you and I don't mean to spoil
your homecoming my baby brother Jude and I don't mean toh urt you by
saying this again, they're so good at making soldiers but they're not
so good at making men.


Come as we go far away 

from then oise of the street
walk a path so narrow
to a place where we feel at ease
some think it is haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
there's a stillness here
thankful found

child's pose angelic
a stone lamb at her feet
part the matted overgrowth
to read the carven elegy

some think it so haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
there's a stillness here
thankful found

born in New Albion
of Rice family elite
wed to Myron Bilowe
thrice with sons
blessed was she
some think it so haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
God's acre is a fenced in
hollow ground

here soon to rise up
Amelia tender and sweet
her last words spoke
all is well
all is peace

some think it so haunting
to be drawn to the cemetery ground
as we
God's acre is a fenced in
hollow ground