Digger from Hound by The Great Park

Digger

when the fog lies on the water and the rain falls on the land and the day is a dog and the morning moans and i wake with a spade in my hand and there are hours before the family arrive but the hole will not dig itself and so it’s off to the chapel with a belly full of nothing sometimes you got to tighten the belt and a cold wind is an honest wind when it brings the sleet and the snow and i look long and hard but the clay remains dark there’s no light at the bottom of this hole it wasn’t always such a dead end job when we started there was gold in the hills and we all rushed to claim a piece of the dirt yes we were hungry for our fill but the good days grew old the way that bad days do and twilight comes to them all there are lessons to learn if you have years enough and some things that are forever lost now you can’t see the shine for the soil you can’t make wood from the smoke and i look long and hard but the clay remains dark there’s no light at the bottom of this hole and there are finches in the willow i hear woodpeckers beating on bark if there’s a way out from here i pray that it’s near for the digging only leads to the dark there’s no light at the bottom of this hole

• Acoustic
• acoustic folk
• folk
• problem folk
• singer-songwriter
• trouble folk
• Germany