Parsonsfield - Country Pocket lyrics

There's a little country pocket Where we'll spend most of the rest of our lives We'll raise a little family Wipe the tears from our children's eyes And we'll write little notes for posterity That no eyes shall look upon Save you and me That lazy sun is drifting It falls down like a drunk man to his knees The moon, a spying eye Rolling on the silhouetted trees And our old dog is running away Towards the spot where my father lay Return to the clay Let us take what we need from the garden Give the love we have until it's gone Leave the paintings of our mothers to our daughters Let our histories guide us on