Rest Beside Me, Sara

Rest beside me, Sara
Turn the page and yield you me
Due to all under your feet
Including me, Sara

Do you remember, Sara
As we lay in garden grain
And we smoked away our pain
With a cigarette, Sara

In the breadth of the wheats field
We were pierced by the late yeild
As we lay there al alone
In the mist of all being
Confined to one meaning
On that Sunday, so well known
Together, two craven bold
And the seed which was not sown
just a cigarette, Sara

Ain’t it funny, Sara
As in the wheat, so long ago
All I have is tobacco
Will you keep it, Sara

That penitent stranger
Who carries a danger
Of your love an your peace
In a struggle so hard earned
To win back your pardon
Let your wrong be upon He
Princess, I’m lost and cold
If only I could hold
Such a burden, Sara