Folk Queue

let there be songs to fill the air

Sunday, February 13, 2011

No One Knows I'm Gone




hell above
and heaven below
all the trees are gone
the rain makes such
a lovely sound
to those who're
six feet underground
the leaves will
bury every year
and no one knows i'm gone
leave me golden
tell me dark
hide from Graveyard John
the moon is full here
every night
and i can bathe here
in his light
the leaves will
bury every year
and no one knows i'm gone

--tom waits



Escalante Butte from the Escalante route
Clear Creek Canyon