Hymns To What Is Left Lyrics
by Greg Brown
I'm on a boogie woogie
Signs of lonesome
When memory it happens ever swell
Don't know how to do with his closing gasp
I'm looking for the heartfelt hotel
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Walking down through the cold ranch
Broke down, bothered and barest
I never cried
Over couple geese that passed
Singing hymns to what is left
The walls of my small fortress
Have fallen
The willingness is of us
Than my home
And if I sing to the lad which is calling
For the place where it snow when I'm alone
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Walking down through the cold ranch
Broke down, bothered and barest
I never cried
Over the geese that passed
Singing hymns to what is left