Three HitsÂÂ
Words and Music: Amy Ray
(Dedicated to the memory of a great poet, Frank Stanford)
Three hits to the heart son and it's poetry in motion
One could send you down the river three's a strange way to be delivered
Would you trade your words for freedom that's a barter for a blind man
Three hits to the heart son and it's poetry in motion
Are you leveed like a treasure only words can help me find you
And this world's a fickle measure I will painfully remind you
From a wise man to your red hand you lay covered in our best sins
Three hits to the heart son and it's poetry in motion
Well I dream you constant stranger with your best bloods and your anger
You say mother do you claim me my beloved do you blame me
Well the first two might release you but the last one sings in me son
Three hits to the heart son and it's poetry in motion
Three hits to the heart son and the last one sings in me
KINGDOM KEY
Between you
And me
Love is a matter of distance
But you are too far away
Love is a matter of growing
And knowing
True feelings
Love is a matter of showing
But you are so far away
When my heart is hoping
My mind is opening to find
That I can't let you stay
Though love is a matter of difference
You are too far away
Love is a matter of input
Outlook
Deep inside
Love is to know you're on my side
But you are so far away
When my heart is hoping
My mind is opening to find
That I can't let