A Mournful Cry

A Mournful Cry
Copyright 2010 by Larry Knox

I see a white cloud
against a blue sky
I hear a blackbird
sing his death cry

I smell the sweet rain
on the new mown hay
I hear the river rise
and the dogs at bay

BRIDGE

I was an orphan
before I was born
In this life,
there's nothin' for certain
one day joy–the next we mourn

I hear a mournful cry...

I see my lady smile
When I look her way
I hear her baby cry
at the break of day