Hymn.

I sing a song to my love and pray she hears it Somehow carried on this dry Texas wind Her taste has left my chapped lips Sand has washed her smell from me

I sing a song to my love and pray she hears it Though I pray no god hears it My begs redemption, atonement Yet I shall see neither

I sing a song to my love and pray she forgets In my haste, my youthful folly I've done her wrong, messed it all up No song can erase, no salvation found

I sing.

I sing a song to my love.

I pray.

She may pray.

Pray only that I die.