Woodbury Road

When Quinn first left I cried for days I cried along with the April rains

Such a sight to see his leaving me for to tend the fires out on the plains

When he went away was for 43 days with a letter sent for to mark each one

And the second time I turned to wine, rimmin’ dry and dusty at the bottom of the glass

And my son still wears his bright red helmet with the rim all burnished gold

In our green backyard with his silver bucket I’ll tell him when he’s old

I’ll tell him when he’s old

After 14 tries when these weary eyes were dry and turning into glass

Couldn’t bear to say your dad’s gone away so like smoke I let the questions pass

Do you remember when at our very first dance neath’ the harvest moon on ‘89

When you took my hand I didn’t stand a chance and you led me grinning’ out on the floor

Still I think of you when the moon is new and the dew is shimmering out on the pines

Would you could have stayed like a shining blade to cut away these fears of mine

And our son still wears your bright red helmet

with the rim all burnished gold

In our green backyard with his silver bucket

I’ll tell him when he’s old

I’ll tell him when he’s old