Rest Beside Me, Sara

Rest beside me, Sara Turn the page and yield you me Due to all under your feet Including me, Sara Do you remember, Sara As we lay in garden grain And we smoked away our pain With a cigarette, Sara In the breadth of the wheats field We were pierced by the late yeild As we lay there al alone In the mist of all being Confined to one meaning On that Sunday, so well known Together, two craven bold And the seed which was not sown just a cigarette, Sara Ain’t it funny, Sara As in the wheat, so long ago All I have is tobacco Will you keep it, Sara That penitent stranger Who carries a danger Of your love an your peace In a struggle so hard earned To win back your pardon Let your wrong be upon He Princess, I’m lost and cold If only I could hold Such a burden, Sara