Your Russia

Medicine tounge and a heavy hand
 together made a fist
 they put me down and i do not rise
 and now as an old child
 I'll hand it down
 I'll hand it down
 then blow around
 see me blow around
 just like dirty paper
 I crossed my mind
 ahead of us
 just there where the trees give way
 do forgive
 do forgive I will forget your name
 far be it from me
 far be it from me to take care
 by word of mouth
 all young men do stagger
 and all come to shambles by heart
 we will see just as we believe no lie
 time will tell us
 we'll see his face and know why
 did i cross your heart
 behind my back just then
 just then as time went marching by
 I must push on
 in prayer and take it by force
 though you've said it
 you say it better
 with more conviction than I
 medicine tounge and a heavy hand
 together made a list
 row on row
 of cold and hardened hearts that wish
 my weeds and flowers
 would together both grow wild
 from a distance
 from a distance
 they come up close to smile