Lyrics Hiss Golden Messenger – As The Crow Flies

Vicksburg
Plaquemine
Issaquena, Rosedale, True Vine

21 years

Lucinda in the evening
Long-legged girl with a country way of speaking
Red apple moon
Oh, river, I’m gone — hey
Pull the needle and thread

Sing little bird
Sing for high summer
Don’t get down
You’re nothing but a number

Woodstock
Storm King
West Saugerties in the pouring rain
Rider Waite — low card
Walt Whitman Bridge, daylight be thy name
Rented rooms
Little shinbone child — was that you?
Blue horizon — late again
West Lafayette, babe
And tomorrow’s a dream

Sing little bird
Sing for high summer
Don’t get down
You’re nothing but a number