Texty: Iron & Wine. Hickory.

He kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill

She'll never love him but knows that her father will

Her fallen fruit 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

A 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 hell 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

A buried star in the haze of the city lights

A 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 hell but not hickory rooted