A Silver Mt. Zion Follow

I'm 'piphany rambler
I ramble all day
'Piphany rambler
Don't take these blues away

Up is lovely
Down is too
It's, it's own peculiar labor
When you're not able to

Lay in the fire a while
Lay in the fire a while
Lay in the fire a while
Lay in the fire a while

Don't sleep
Don't sleep
Don't sleep
And then sleep

Tore a cloud and three birds fell
Three birds fell and then it rained
We crawled upside that mountain
Down its ass and back again

This tiny garden that we tend
Where flowers bloom like accidents
Let's lay awhile and slowly wend
Through days as long as nights we spent hanging on

Great furrows in the pavement
Where our hooves strove to leap
Square men in the courtyard
Engines idling

We've seen those impossible mountains
We've seen that upward rain
Entire bibles full of broken things
Dark and wide as empty graves

Thunder said to the lightning
Let your good foot swing
Go down to the valley
And shine your light on everything

Lightning said to thunder
Go on swinging like the pounding rain
Swing your blues like a hammer
Ride your boy like a shuddering train

Go on, swing the ocean full
Go on swing the bending trees
Swing it with a heart that bursts

And shine your light on everything
Let your good-foot swing and shake
And shake and shake and shake

I'm 'piphany rambler
I ramble all day
Epiphany rambler
Don't take these blues away

Up is lovely
Down is too
It's its own peculiar labor
When you're not able to

Lay in the fire a while
Lay in the fire a while
Lay in the fire a while
Lay in the fire a while

Don't sleep
Don't sleep
Don't sleep
And the sleep

I've heard tell at the boring gates of hell that
There ain't nothing, dear
But there is too much, dear
But there is too much, dear
Yeah there is too much, dear

I'm 'piphany rambler
I ramble all day
'Piphany rambler