For Coley Bernard Sullivan
Sweet baby Jesus, come talk to me
I need to see you smile
The cows in the meadow refuse to come home
My children all grown and with child
The fires don't burn like they did before
They shuffle and spark in the loam
I can no longer build, so if it's alright with you
Can I please come home
Sweet baby Jesus, come sit with me
But watch that third step by the door
I've been meaning to fix it, but my shakes are real bad
My hands aren't my hands anymore
Do you remember I sang to you
As I planted this house's first stone
And I can no longer build, so if it's alright with you
Can I please come home
Tura liy, tura liy, tura liy