Dirt Beneath The Mustard Tree

Duration

4:39

Genres

Folk

Lyrics

The Dirt Benieth The Mustard Tree Tell me what I've done to come to this I swear that I've seen better days I'm gripping sand between my knuckles as it slips away And blends back into the beach again 'Cause there's a war I fight but I do not claim I fight it's demons on my own And I'm ashamed of the casualties I've left along the way These vicories won't make me strong How many times must I forgive myself the same mistakes Must I do it seven times? 'Cause I heard my own words bouncing back from the mouth of my oldest son I saw my anger in his eyes Oh wretched man that I am, who will deliver me from the body of this death If there's no forgiveness in this life for the things I've done I'll owe my life to pay the debt Somedays I get it right Somedays I feel so strong Somedays I get it right But today... today I got it wrong Today I got it wrong Too many times I've played the role of a clanging cymbal Though I speak with tounges of man But all the words that I can spew with a breath of air Can't substitute for loving hands And there's a vicory, I know, that I am yet to taste I've got some mountains left to move I've been digging around in the dirt benieth the mustard tree Feeling like a fool Somedays I get it right Somedays I feel so strong Somedays I get it right... right But today... today I got it wrong But today... today I got it wrong Today I got it wrong