Am I learning patience?
Is my spirit restored?
Do I listen to the beggar, or the woman in the door?
Aces and eights,
We cry at the gates, remembering hate,
The wild and the waiting child.
Oh, night of nights,
Sight of sights.
Among the hidden, the rhymes and the stories remained,
Spending three years alternately blocked and drained.
Workers in song,
We noticed so long ago,
Tarry on; the weary are strong, so strong.
Oh, light of lights,
Fight of fights.
Crime and pain, life and liberty, (write something down, write it down now)
Wind, rain, politics and greed, (Dylan and Cohen, Van Zandt, Townes)
Her faced stained with sorrow, (cry, baby, cry, you know more than I)
Songwork chase, beg and borrow. (a wink and a sigh, a wink and a sigh)
