Cypress knees break black water skin
Rocking chair groans where I begin
Fireflies stitch the heavy air
Your iced tea sweats beside my chair
[Pre-
Katydid sings the same old song
Night bird calls where it belongs
We don't speak but we know the words
Heard them rising from the dirt
Spanish moss hangs like old hymns
Draped across the cypress limbs
We rock slow in fading gold
Stories that are never told
Gator slides through tea-stained stream
Moon climbs up on silver beam
Your hand finds mine on splintered wood
Like every dusk since childhood
[Pre-
Katydid sings the same old song
Night bird calls where it belongs
We don't speak but we know the words
Heard them rising from the dirt
Spanish moss hangs like old hymns
Draped across the cypress limbs
We rock slow in fading gold
Stories that are never told
Mosquito whines a thin high line
You hum a chorus, I join in time
Amazing Grace in broken thirds
No organ here, just dragon birds
Choir robes packed in cedar chests
Sunday shoes put long to rest
But harmony lives in these bones
In creaking wood and telephone tones
Spanish moss hangs like old hymns
Draped across the cypress limbs
We rock slow in fading gold
Stories that are never told
Dark water takes the last pale blue
Rocking chair sings me back to you
One more verse, one more slow sway
Till morning chases dusk away
Spanish moss hangs like old hymns
Draped across the cypress limbs
We rock slow in fading gold
Stories that are never told
Spanish moss holds what we know
In every strand, a hymn to sow
Glockenspiel fades like breath on glass
Last chord lingers in the grass
