Mary Lee Kortes - Green Sand

GREEN SAND

Geese on the highway
Blood on the shore
Chariots lined up
By the back door

I will be waiting
Tracing my hand
Counting my chances
On the green sand

Every child wishes
Hopes and demands
The fortunes of others
Will fall in his hands

What have I stolen
What have I lost
The fields have gone fallow
Fighting next year's frost

I will be waiting
Just like we planned
Taking my chances
On the green sand


Every child wishes
Hopes and demands
The fortunes of others
Will fall in his hands

I saw Jesus running
Into the wood
I trampled the forest
Took everything I could

I will be waiting
The loot in my hand
Covering my footsteps
On the green sand

Written by:
Mary Kortes, Stephen Butler

Publisher:
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