Gasconade Songtext
von Will Johnson

Forgiveness comes in threes
My father said to me
Uncompromise your trust
And follow your belief
The boy up on the hill
I saw from our hollow
Was weeping, sallow, bent
The moon and field and still
I called out loud to him
His eyes averted west
I wondered how to be


Some force of hope for he
I wrangled from my fear
Approached him silently
A breath I heaved, and then
A word of strength for him
His eyes were low and tired
Half broken was this one
I brought him to his feet
Never a word to me
Never a word to me
Never a word to me