Morning, through the window suns' up high

Crack in the shades done woke me up…

Again my tear-choked homily has ruined my poor samp meal

The last great man is dead and gone and I’m sinking lest I kneel

They caught him pickin’ fodder with a ploughshare in his hand

And buried him in caliche soil dug 3 feet in the sand                                                          

But my shares… they can’t  move on

And my life has shown me the darkness of men and their deeds

Oh Lord, darkness, oh darkness is all I see

Evening, with the low hum fan blade whirl

Clouds my mind so I can rest…

Assured that vengeance is foremost in my mind

The only man I ever knew or thought of here as kind

They took him for they knew that he had witnessed out of hand

And killed him for to show their bid to folks throughout this land

But my shares…they won’t move on

And my life has shown me, the burdens of men, they will be

So Lord, show me where to lay them burdens down

Midnight with the stars and moon turned low

Pain in my heart has done willed my…

Hand now has a purpose for to even out that score

The man I knew to be my world was of the world no more

And when his killers they did stop along the road to rest

I avenged my old man’s death upon their throats and through their breast

But my shares…oh they move on

And my life has shown me the least of these men, they don’t heal

Oh Lord, nor does the best of me

Copyright © 2007 Shaun Cromwell

*Note: This version differs from the “Turning Of Clocks” album version with an inversion of, and a lyric change to, the chorus sections.