Shadows Songtext
von H.C. McEntire

Flannel, flushed, between red oak stacks;
Thicket′s full of fawn and clover traps
Cornmeal rising high in cast iron pans
Cattails catching all the copperheads
Walk your way into the river
Is it fever, or surrender?
Like a quilt handing out patterns
Like shadows to measure
Ripping pages from the book of Psalms
Kettle's calling out a ransom song


I shave your legs till the daylight′s gone
Slowly reaching for a little more
Walk your way into the river
Is it fever, or surrender?
Like a quilt handing out patterns
Like shadows in attics
What else do I need to move—to make room?
What else do I need to lose—to make room?
What else new could I choose—to make room?
How else do I use this broom—to make room?

Leave this place just like you found it
Posts of cedar, coils of wire
Tangled up inside the briar
Like shadows on fire