Текст песни New Desert Blues - Zachary

Collecting coal in the pit
While my father watches by
Ain't no god that sees me fit
I hide my fortune in the rye

Watch the Winter come and go
See the trees reach out to Spring
Let the sun dry up the streams
See what harvesting will bring

And I lay down in the shadow of the mountain
Blackened by time and rain
And I raise my palms to the fire
Hope my hands could work again

A holy man builds a well
Lifting water from the sand
A traveling man begs him to sell
A portion of his land

He says "This is holy water
and all I want for it in return
is the contents of your pocket
and a Bible I can burn"

And I lay down in the shadow of the mountain
Blackened by time and rain
And I raise my palms to the fire
Hope my hands could work again

And I lay down in the shadow of the mountain
Blackened by time and rain
And I raise my palms to the fire
Hope my hands could work again