Child on the Bank

Lyrics

[Verse 1] An old wooden porch, a rusted iron latch Grandpa's leather boots by the garden patch Summer drew long on the edge of the creek We spoke in the whispers that young children speak Finding smooth river stones, washing off dirt Wiping our brows on a faded blue shirt [Chorus] Oh, turn back the pages, let the river run slow To the dusty red lane where the wildflowers grow Every scar on my knees was a story to tell When the night was just cricket song down in the dell Yeah, time moves along like a breeze through the trees But I'm still that child on the bank on my knees [Verse 2] The tin roof was loud when the autumn rains fell Counting the rings of the oak by the well Mother called home as the dusk settled gray We left all our wooden swords down in the clay Tucked into quilts with the scent of the sun Sleeping so deep when the day's work was done [Chorus] Oh, turn back the pages, let the river run slow To the dusty red lane where the wildflowers grow Every scar on my knees was a story to tell When the night was just cricket song down in the dell Yeah, time moves along like a breeze through the trees But I'm still that child on the bank on my knees [Bridge] Now the fence posts are leaning, the barn roof is thin The shadows grow long where the laughter had been Ma's worn rocking chair sitting quiet and still Looking out past the pines to the top of the hill [Outro] Just a song in the pines... A breeze through the trees... Take me back to the bank on my knees... [Fade out]