Stone House
We built a house of stone down where the river bends
upstream from where we cleansed our sins
of all my father's sons I was the least of them
and I trembled when I think of him
he said "never may you go into the city, son
that's where the evil deeds are done
and we mustn't live so freely as those pagans do
for there's hell fire boiling up for you"
Now as a man I'm hiding from my father's gaze
in hiding now, i spend my days
in fear of the wrath that surely follows me
for I did enter that city
the lights and the music they did beckon me
the taste of sweet iniquity
my father drew his knife when he saw me coming home
the devil in paternal bones
He stabbed me and he threw me to my flowing grave
repenting for the son he gave
I floated along unto a distant shore
just when I thought I could swim no more
I took the trains as far as they would let me go
I landed somewhere in New Mexico
and now somewhere in my dreams
my father looks for me and the night time conjures up
no peace