robert dickerson - Lament

the snow falls on my fathers' bed
on the foot
on the head
the snow falls on my fathers' bed
all the night and morning long

my fathers' bed is in the ground
his sleep is deep
his sleep is sound
my fathers' bed is in the ground
na will he soon awaken

his earthly day was not so long
but thirty year
or very near
his earthly day was not so long
the reason more to mourn him

the devil took him by the hand
and turned him on
to heroin
the devil took him by the hand
and that is why he's gone

softly on the dreaming land
sifts and blows
the gleaming snow
softly on the weeping land
and on my fathers' stone

the snow falls on my fathers' bed
on the foot
on the head
the snow falls on my fathers' bed
all the night and morning long.

robert dickerson

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