The Poor, The Fair And The Good - Silver Jews

The river winds 'round these little green hills

And stays in the woods for days

We were built to consider the unmanifested

And make of love an immaculate place

I hear a smile and a tear in you voice

Don’t lay the groundwork for a case of remorse

When you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind

I’ll come back the way that I came

Shot of dixie hemlock will take care of the pain

Now a man keeps his money folded square in his pocket

And doesn’t take everything that he could

He’ll rise like a lion and line himself up

With the poor, the fair, and the good

When you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind

Will you hang a lamp at the end of the lane?

Black-eyed Susans from the Maryland shore

We’ll trim back the thorns around the hospital door

More will be seen than will be understood

Go with the poor, the fair, and the good

The poor, the fair, and the good