Handful Of Arrows

Play again, oh

Tap on the board

I could use a song here, now

Word unheard, none ever burned

A room to set me in



Sing again, oh

Throw another tale

Walking out across our ground

It's cold behind this cabin door

That high tone light it right



Stomp down, oh

Show them your hands

Hit 'em with that old, steel gun.

I believe that song will breathe

Underneath this cabin floor



Sweet lullaby

Somewhere ago

Daughter, the glory of the world

A single line of a tangled weave

From me to her to you



Feel it, there

In every other hand

Every other john pole child

You know, you drew a tight bow string

And shot that arrow gone