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Celia WOODSMITH

I BUILT THIS HEART

Jamie Dear

C. Woodsmith

 

The sun sets at quarter ‘till 4

The snow is a piling at my door

Snowed in but I don’t really mind

What I needed was a little bit of time

To put the letters that you wrote me in the fire

Oh and they ain’t comin back

 

Where did you go my Jaime dear

Sittin by the window with a single tear

Swamps on fire and the leather leaf

Is burnin like the letters that you sent to me

Where did you go my darling may

You set like the sun on a winters day

Cold front frost on the window pane

Bottle of whiskey and a pile of shame

 

If I had a space for my gloom

There wouldn’t be big enough a room

All that snow is waging a war

And all I expected was a little more

love from you, but I got shown the door

Oh and I ain’t comin back

 

Where did you go my Jaime dear

Sittin by the window with a single tear

Swamps on fire and the leather leaf

Is burnin like the letters that you sent to me

Where did you go my darling may

You set like the sun on a winters day

Cold front frost on the window pane

Bottle of whiskey and a pile of shame

 

By the time that spring rolls around

My heart will have melted off the ground

I’ll throw out the ashes from the stove

Try to mend heartache that you wove

Keep my feet a moving on the road

Oh and I ain’t comin back

 

Where did you go my Jaime dear

Sittin by the window with a single tear

Swamps on fire and the leather leaf

Is burnin like the letters that you sent to me

Where did you go my darling may

You set like the sun on a winters day

Cold front frost on the window pane

Bottle of whiskey and a pile of shame

 

 

Sweet Verona

C. Woodsmith

 

Verona left when she was only 15

She gave no reason but needing to fly

Joined up with a traveling band, lady luck took her hand

She left all of her demons behind

 

She wove her unabashed story

All throughout the south

Verona she carried the truth of a child

She was a gypsy queen, her hair a raven sheen

She made love so strong and wild

 

Now they’re a bringing her home

Sweet Verona

Got her very own box in which to lay

Now they’re a bringing her home

From Louisiana

Hallelujah lord she’s home to stay

 

I kept the postcards that she sent me 

She passed through our way only once.

When Mama died she stood just outside the church,

But she was gone when I ran out the door.

 

Now they’re a bringing her home

Sweet Verona

Got her very own box in which to lay

Now they’re a bringing her home

From Louisiana

Hallelujah lord she’s home to stay

 

Don’t know how she died, they said they found her that way

Covered in jewels that she bought at the pawn

They said her fire burned so bright, that it

It kept her alight, and it burned ‘till she was gone

 

Now they’re a bringin her home

Sweet Verona

Got her very own box in which to lay

Now they’re a bringing her home

From Louisiana

Hallelujah lord she’s home to stay

 

 

 

 

Aberdeen

C. Woodsmith

 

There is a tree , flowers in spring

White cherry buds, 22 rings

I helped her grow, but have never seen

Carolina winter ,or Aberdeen

 

From the Missisippi

Floodgates my body churned

Up the river delta my mother yearned

To taste the sweetness of her pain

Fallin down in Carolina rain

 

And if I stay ill stay today

My body has followed in her wake

If I’m to go, Ill go away

To Aberdeen

And there ill wait

 

They stayed by the sea

Hardened town

Smell of fish watered down

Taste of liquor on her mouth

And her heart it sank down to the south

When she left it was for a man

Whose wounded heart she thought could mend

The weary pain in her breast

And keep her child from the test

 

And if I stay ill stay today

My body has followed in her wake

If I’m to go, Ill go away

To Aberdeen

And there ill wait

 

Her body is now

Hard from the years

She’s still as strong

Still as fierce

I’ve taken all she had to give

and given back the will to live

 

And if I stay ill stay today

My body has followed in her wake

If I’m to go, Ill go away

To Aberdeen

And there ill wait

Polk County
C. Woodsmith

Word came from up the road
Polk County is filled with gold
the air is sweet the river's low
they say the livin's fine.
There a man can wave his hand, 
an ounce of gold in the pan
pack the wagon and the bride
start a better life.

Look down the river
the water swirling
isn't that a lonesome sigh?
Look up the train tracks 
no freight a comin
you know you'll wait your whole life.


Tied to a ball and chain
a golden lock, a golden chain
the fever hits you all the time
rusts you like moonshine.
Green River took many lives
not the ones just drowned and died
families it starved thin
the ones it drove to sin.

Look down the river
the water swirling
isn't that a lonesome sigh?
Look up the train tracks 

no freight a comin
you know you'll wait your whole life.

Down to You
C. Woodsmith

Drivin' down the road again,
dust settled on my mind,
put 'er into overdrive, but I'm still keepin' time
you know I'm headed, headed down that yellow line.

I stopped by a hiker, thumb in the road,
got a good look but left 'cause you know what I'm told,
you gotta keep on walkin',gotta find your own way through,
so you know what I did when that car broke down,
started walkin' down to you.

I'm walkin, I'm walkin, I'm walkin
I'm walkin, walkin walkin down to you
Gotta find your own way through
I kicked that car as far as she could,
now I'm walking down to you.


Picked up my duffel bag, put the cooler in the trunk,
pushed her off the side of the road,
threw the keys where she'd gone,
Now I'm walkin' fill my soules with sand
Well you know what I did when I wore them out,
Started walkin' down to you.

I'm walkin, I'm walkin, I'm walkin
I'm walkin, walkin walkin down to you
Gotta find your own way through
I kicked that car as far as she could,
now I'm walking down to you.

Standin' under the heat struck light,
put a match to the wind, follow the smoke to the south,
I'm on the road again, to where the horizon, 
to where the horizon meets the road.
You know what I did when that sun went down, 
started walkin' down to you.

 

The Most
C. Woodsmith

Touch me with your fingers, touch me with your toes
Make love with the window open
So everybody knows
That we’re finding a new pastime, without any of our clothes
I’m drinking in your skin dear, like nobody else knows

Come back to bed dear, I want you the most
Of any of my vices, you exorcise my ghosts
I let go of my body, I let go of my soul,
I’m nothing in your arms dear, that’s what I love the most.

Touch me with your fingers, touch me with your toes
Make love with the curtains open
So everybody knows
That we’re finding a new pastime, that can’t be put to prose
I’m nothing in your arms dear, that’s what I love the most. 

From The Bottle
C. Woodsmith

Light’s low as the fire dies
My hand on a pistol, lonely at my side
I’m lost now my husband out the door
He took the children with him
He can’t take it anymore
Told me he’d come home 
Come back again if I let the liquor go, but I can’t let go my sit

‘Cause I went to the bottle
and I drank that bottle dry
and I covered up my anger I’ve frozen up inside
And I opened up that door and the devil came inside
Lit the fuze, to which my mind is tied

Oh god I can’t feel it anymore
My hand is all a trembling on my stillhouse door
As I walk into her sweet air
Where my heart should be a’beatin I can only feel a tear
And I preay to my god above
That I’d burn her down to get back the one I love

‘Cause I went to the bottle
and I drank that bottle dry
and I covered up my anger I’ve frozen up inside
And I opened up that door and the devil came inside
Lit the fuze, to which my mind is tied

Its dark now, I’m on my knees
I pray to my god give me the strength I need
I’ve got to light that math and burn her down
I got too much to live for, ‘fore they put me in the ground
I’ll go back to my children’s arms 
And watch the ashes rise and go up to meet the stars

And I’ll go from the bottle
and I’ll leave that bottle dry 
and I’ll open up my anger I’ve frozen up inside
And I’ll open up that door but the devil won’t oblige
Cut the fuze, to which my mind is tied

 

Aged Pine
C. Woodsmith

I built this heart, like an aged pine
I built this heart, like a wild mountain cave
I built this heart, tangled up in tall vines
I built this heart, like the summer rain


I saw the light, burnt a hole through the darkness
I followed you home, but kept hold of my pain,
'cause I left before and that loss still haunts us,
but now I've come back to wash out the stains.

I built this heart, like an aged pine
I built this heart, like a wild mountain cave
I built this heart, tangled up in tall vines
I built this heart, like the summer rain


Why does the clock dictate what is time?
The beat of our hearts, the reason and rhyme,
'cause we know the rhythm, but we push it away,
we think tomorrow, but its only today.

I built this heart, like an aged pine
I built this heart, like a wild mountain cave
I built this heart, tangled up in tall vines
I built this heart, like the summer rain


If that day shall rise, if fate takes you away,
I'll remember the song, I'll remember the pain
'cause I've stepped to the corner to see where we've been
if this crumbles my heart I'll build it back again.

I built this heart, like an aged pine
I built this heart, like a wild mountain cave
I built this heart, tangled up in tall vines
I built this heart, like the summer rain 

Blessed Hands
C. Woodsmith

Bending over, pickin’ stones
They grow with every fallow
If I had the time I’d rest my bones
In the water.
And I’ve laid many a tear on this land
And I’ve buried them with my children.
So when I die won’t you lay me in the clay,
right here, where I can hold them

If you come by the day, If you come by the night,
You'll see I'm not ready to give up this fight
If you come by my door, you’ll find it open
And my blessed hands will be unbroken.


I’ve seen many seasons pass in this valley
Rollin like the thunder
And of all the tools I’ve ever know
These hands hold my spirit and wonder
They’re callused and stained and they show the time
Not the future but the past
On them I see the fight that remains
And I'm ready for the test.

If you come by the day, If you come by the night,
You'll see I'm not ready to give up this fight.
If you come by my door, you’ll find it open
And my blessed hands will be unbroken.

 

Ballad of a Lonely Woman
C. Woodsmith

Stranger you call in early day 
You came as I rose from bed
Sit a while I’ll let you stay
The cold outside is bitter

Though you can’t tell now
My hair used to be 
Yellow like the stalks of hay in our field
My palms rough from years sowing seed
My skin was browned by the sun

I wish I had something for you to eat
The cow is long gone 
The eggs they have froze
I wish I had something for you to eat
Stay for a while with me

We built this house with wood from our land
The plot of ten acres bought by us two
Each joint and beam cut by hand
They’ve kept me from the cold

My husband and I grew weary and old
No children to keep us in care
I woke up one morning 
And he had grown cold
Now I wait to be with him

And I wish I had whiskey for you to drink
I drank the last drop the night before
I wish I had whiskey for you to drink
Stay for a while with me

Now life has not done me too good or too wrong
I haven’t had much of what you could by
What I had, a price you couldn’t put on
I lived and I loved and paid not a dime

So I’ll sift out my stories and look at the sky
My feet on the floorboards cut long ago
As the flicker of candle sputters to die
I’ll smile to see you come morning.