Cradling Mother, Cradling Woman 歌词

I’ll run down Lay my weight where it lies I’ll come round Out in sheltering sky Seek you out Like I wanted it when It was eighty-eight out And the apricot flowers were coming in And I feel worn, but the air is clean And my clothes are torn, but it’s right on me Passing rain, blue white heat Agony, not to me, it’s not defeat No one here Say we waited our while Good idea Crowding out of those aisles Nowhere near Where I thought we would be But one and the same The drought and the rain to me And I’ve been a while gone But the air is clean And I had it all wrong But I made my peace Passing thought, empty street Agony, not to me, it’s not defeat I’ve been bright, I’ve been faded I'm nearly halfway through Barely believe we made it When I met eyes with you I caught a walking fever I know how all this ends Palm over my receiver Cradling me again