Three Days

Duration

6:42

Genres

Folk

Description

Lyrics

I’m standing in front of my grandmother’s home And here comes my shepherd’s daughter whose name is well known Black shades on her eyes but she’s dressed in white She pedals down the road and she’s so impolite Now I’m saddling myself on a two wheeled horse The neighbors hear me coming and they close their doors Now I’m singing with the motor through these market doldrums Oh but I’ll find my darling, she’ll be covered in mud When the third day comes I’m waving goodbye to a broken home Today a girl was born and tomorrow she’ll be grown And the mother of the daughter always wants to die And the daughter has a father with a broken eye She hides in the fireplace whenever he calls He opens his mouth and a building falls He dialed so many numbers that it broke his thumbs Oh now his body is burning but he’ll return as a freight train When the third day comes I’m painting a room in a farmer’s home She speaks to the earth when she’s on her own And she cries for the poets who believe in birds She has an affair through a string of words The pendulum, it never lets her concentrate She’s waiting for a ghost by the horse’s gate She’s nodding her head while her bloodstream runs Oh I will love her cheekbones while her mules die of laughter Until the third day comes I’m breaking into my grandmother’s home And building a bed out of feather and bone Black Jesus is praying in my poisoned lung He hides a foreign language beneath my tongue Now I’m putting on a suit because I’m such a fiend My name is little water boy or serpentine My plan is to say hello and disappear And I’ll leave my shoes hanging from a chandelier I’m gonna sneer at good people with some bedeviled bums Oh and then I’ll see my darling, she’ll be covered in mud When the third day comes