Low Light Hymn

There’s a crow on the fence, watchin’ slow as the sky

Turns a bruised kind of gold, like it knows how to lie

And the wheat leans west with a thousand small prayers

But the wind don’t answer, it just passes there

There’s a road made of dust that forgets every name

Where the stars bloom late and the silence came

I’ve been walking that line ‘til the boots wore thin

Tryin’ to trade my ghosts for a whisperin’ wind

So sing me low, sing me true

Like the pines do when they’re speaking to the moon

Fold me up in the cold, in the dim

Let me go quiet — like a low light hymn

There’s a bell in the barn that don’t ring no more

Just hangs like a truth we’ve learned to ignore

And the smoke from the field curls soft through the night

Like a secret too tired to put up a fight

So sing me low, sing me true

Like the pines do when they’re speaking to the moon

Fold me up in the cold, in the dim

Let me go quiet — like a low light hymn