Made Good (Live from the Attic)

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