Bone Chime from Guarding Crows by Roy Paymon

Rose, rose
weathered rose
claim your tree where the black land grows
hell-speak and bone chime glow
this he knows
Brown eyes and filigree lies
calm your sea
in the end of times you will understand
but until then, my withered friend
you shake a dead man's hand
how hey, I heard you say
sing all night and I play all day
see how the little ones pray
swing and sway
old fools and nobody's rules change the land
in the end of times you will understand
but until then my withered friend
you shake a dead man's hand
Show me a howling tree
hold my hand and lean on my feet
bare teeth
razorback creed
set it free
hearts mend in the bitter end
by themselves
in the end of times you will understand
but until then, my bitter friend
you shake a dead man's hand

• Acoustic
• Appalachian
• Folk
• Greek
• Brooklyn