HeartBites

White clapboard looks grey ‘gainst the snow White Granite stained red ‘gainst the sun My bones lie silent in the ground My blood comes run’n round the stones And I’ve been dead a long long while Though my body still did roam And I’ve been right here all along Ache’n to go home When spring comes, dogwoods dot the mountain When spring comes, redbuds start to blush In springtime, the robin and the larkspur In springtime, the paintbrush and the thrush But it’s been dead a long long while In this valley white and red Froze just like a tintype Burned deep inside my head White clapboard looks grey agains