You Wept by Stephen Scholle

It's cold in the Catskills
The night is still starry
You wept for the little ones
And you wept for their story

The world was asleep still
The new day arizin
I was outside
When I heard the siren

It was lonesome, lonesome
Lookin at you
The fields needed tendin
The garden did too

(break)

The years stretched before us
They were long, they were lean
I didn't have much on ...
On which to lean

When we parted it was gray
When we parted was blue
And here I am
Thinkin of you

I'm thinkin of you Rose
And the way that we spoke
When we realized the end
When we finally awoke

For it's cold in the Catskills
The night is still starry
C'n-hear-the little ones cryin
And I am so sorry
.. It's dark, and I'm sorry

• Acoustic
• Blues
• Frontier Americana
• Jazz ballad
• Singer-songwriter
• Swing
• Hartsdale