Goddamn You, Jim

	Winter passed without a glaze, took our only boy at last
	You cried God's arms were a blind an' bleeding ocean
	Blooming spring brought all I need
	Warmth and rain for me to seed my earth, good earth for our boy to lie in
	In the summer I worked the land
	She walked like she still held his hand
	And I swear to God I saw her once of trace a'smiling.
	In the autumn, my gold wheat swaying,
	I cut her down from where she was swinging
	She said: Goddamn you, Jim, up there I could hear him laughing