Lorraine

To all the thieves who stole the silver lining And even took the King’s crown of gold You can even go and shoot that messenger But you can’t kill a story once it’s told – Lorraine Chorus Lorraine I’d love to ease the pain If we can just go back again, Lorraine To all the ones who long to climb that mountain And look out on the valleys made of green There’ll be no more Beale Street Blues up yonder Where angels sing and glory can be seen – Lorraine C/ As for me I’m mourning with my brothers and sisters We could help each other to get along We could sit around in the confusion Or make a stand and try to right a wrong – Lorraine