Zachariah Baker & His Guitar Orchestra - Blankets

She still sleeps with the blanket Mother made her
While naked she dreamt in the womb
"Jesus is lord," it sings from the sheets
See it is empty, his tomb

Have I missed the key?
Has all that I've lived been poisoned by the
Seeds of childhood ennui

If I raised a man
From the blood and the sand
I would not give him back to the sea

Deep in the brook of the thicketed forest
Soft waters are calling her name
Father and mother, they sit 'cross the stream
Their toes in the fluvial flow
If only I knew what they know

Here, a lacuna, a dark missing part
I'm not sure I remember the rest
Only a mist that covers her eyes
And eases her filial shame
That frustrated, silky disdain

Have we missed the key?
Has all that we've lived been poisoned by the
Seeds of childhood ennui

If I raised a man
From the blood and the sand
I would not give him back to the sea

Written by:
Zachariah Baker & His Guitar Orchestra

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