Cross of Flowers - Jeffrey Foucault

There’s a cross of flowers at the roadside

Where some fool bought it two years back

There’s an orchard gone to hell

Beside a burned out one room shack

There’s a thousand sparrows falling

In a thousand shades of black

I’m coming home

There’s a steeple on the skyline

Like a single iron nail

There’s a windmill doing nothing

And a low moan on the rails

Where the coal train takes the corner

And the light begins to fail

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

There’s a red barn in the half light

And a white frost on the shade

And in the bars down off the main drag

They’re drinking down what they got paid

And I wonder in all my leaving

If I ever could have stayed

I’m coming home

There’s a junked out car in the tall grass

It ain’t ever gonna sell

And Jimmy’s raising daughters

And Jack’s out raising hell

And I always said I loved you

I never said I loved you well

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home