Ballad of the Harp Weaver

Johnny Cash


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genres: Folk, World, & Country
styles: Country


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Son said my mother when I was knee high
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches
There's nothing in the house but a leaf end of rye
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes
It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground
That was in the late fall when the winter came
I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play
Son said my mother come climb into my lap
And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more
I rocked rocked rocked to a mother goose rhyme
But there was I a great boy and what would folks say
Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce and food was dear
And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor
And the harp with the woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake
I cried myself to sleep like a two year old
And stare down upon me with love in her eyes
A light falling on her face from I couldn't tell where
And the harp with the woman's head leaned against her shoulder
Were weave weave weaving wonderful things
Were running through the harp strings rapidly
I saw the web grow and the pattern expand
She laid it on the floor and wove another one
She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me
She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat
She wove all night in the still cold house
But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke
With the harp against her shoulder lookin' nineteen and not a day older
And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead
Were the clothes of a king's son just my size


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