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written by Richard Ruane, copyright Okey Dokey Folkie Music (BMI)
Heard
my teacher tell his story, about
his neighbors son, and
the hard way he’d gone, no
names, seemed like no one near. But
when my friend spoke your name, it
was something wrong, and
I found out how far you’d gone, and
heard your voice in my ear. Come
with me now I know the jailer. Come
with me now I know you can. But
I ran, oh I ran, I
would not follow you so easily. In
your backyard in the darkness behind the houses, I
saw your clothesline move, and
felt the wind blowing colder. I
saw the shed you’d built, I
saw the space you filled. I
stepped through that open door, and
felt your hand on my shoulder. |