He kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill
She'll never love him but knows that her father will
Her fallen [bad word] is all rotten in the middle 
But her breast never dries when he's hungry

The money came and she died in her rocking chair
The window wide and the rain in her braided hair
letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle
Like a hymn to the house she was making

Blind and whistling just around the corner 
And there's a wind that is whispering something
Strong as [bad word] but not hickory rooted

She kissed him once cause he gave her a cigarette
And turned around but he waits like a turned down bed
And summer left like her walking with another 
And a sound of a church bell ringing

The money came and he died like a butterfly
buried star in the haze of the city lights
gun went off and a mother dropped her baby 
On the blue feathered wing - we were lucky

Blind and whistling just around the corner 
And there's a wind that is whispering something
Strong as [bad word] but not hickory rooted