Upcoming Concerts for Acaciawood
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brigid Burt
Songwriter
Lyrics
I love a woman
Poor as I am
I ain't gonna ask you for her hand
I love your daughter, ain't gonna stay long
But before I go, I'm gonna sing her this song:
Honey, you were made good
Hair as black as the balsam-wood
Honey you were made fine
Eyes that glow like the pale moonshine
And I intend to love you for as long as I live, but no more—
There's another land that I live for
I wish you'da made her
Easy to leave
Don't think that 'cause I'm goin I won't grieve
I hope there's another
But I ain't sure
That there could live another lady like her
Honey you were made sweet
Soft like green grass under my feet
Honey you were made grand
Cool as the clear water in my hand
And I will not forget you in the place that I'll go, But I can't
Imagine I'll be the same man
Woah, oh, oh, I ain't got time
I love you best in the morning shine
Woah, woah, woah, the sun dips low
And I see your face in a new glow I'll love the lady
Straight to the grave
And then I'll sing for the hands that made
She is the river, but you are the sea
I'm gonna roll on down until I rest in thee
Honey, you were made good
Hair as black as the balsam-wood
Honey you were made grand
Cool as the clear water in my hand
And I intend to love you for as long as I live, but no more
There's another land that I live for
I intend to love you for as long as I live, but no more
There's another land that I live for
Written by: Brigid Burt