All The Whiles

Meet me down by the age old mine All my brothers and my sisters will come we can all chime in Telling stories, fireside No second thought of dinner or of time Open eyes in silver light Keep a notepad and a rabbit's foot close to my bedside Hoping that we'll never cry Or give our parents over to the sky Meet me out at a half past nine I heard the man in the moon steps out of his shell each night Running towards the deep horizon Shake the hand that has a tight grasp on the tide I've never seen the countryside Take the rage of a winter storm, left swept in white Telling us to take the night Remember those bleak, dark times for all the whiles Spent the week in the back of the old oak wardrobe Ain't like any Georgia snow Spun up by the wind, tea cold on the stove Miles and miles of wild grove Who would leave this place? Who would kiss the bruises left on your face? Over and over Stand proud like a soldier for me River running wild, Throw me on your shoulders, head to the sky Over and over and over and over Stand proud like a soldier (stand proud) Just for me