Being A Mockingbird Lyrics - Singles - Bobby Long

And the night it rests like a hammer blow 

And breaks the morning it brings 

The mad men are down on the crypt floor 

Sleeping through their favours and sins 

And I trained myself to be hardened 

And greet the bird like the day 

And I soared to greet lusty gamblings 

And I drenched myself in the dusk where they lay 

And though I exchanged the dark for the darkness 

And I hung the belt from the wing 

So the traitors may part with their malice 

But I'll remember everything 

And I gave up myself to the heckles 

And I planted the leaf from the book 

And I admit I love my romances 

The blackbird, the wren, the rook 

The church house won't harbour the coffins 

But the docks they whittle their ships 

And To the pleasure the feast 

And the memory and soar of kissing her lips