Savage Words

 

Savage Words

by Richard Lawry

A hush fell softly

Through Clark's Mill

As riders crossed the plain

Their coats were grimy

With prairie dust

Their faces marked with pain

And Levi Savage

Rode ahead

With sorrow in his eyes

He looked around at

Clark's Mill camp

And breathed a heavy sigh

Oh, do not trust the wood, my friends

Nor promises so bold

The mountains care not for your prayers

They only answer cold

Oh, do not trust the wood, my friends

Racing winter

Racing time

Faith alone won't pull the cart

When winter chases time

I warned the brethren

Savage said

But they don't seem to care

They speak of wonders

And of signs

The power of a prayer

I speak of rivers

And of snow

Of hunger and of cold

The mountains don't care

About your faith

They can't be bought with gold

Oh, do not trust the wood, my friends

Nor promises so bold

The mountains care not for your prayers

They only answer cold

Oh, do not trust the wood, my friends

Racing winter

Racing time

Faith alone won't pull the cart

When winter chases time

Dreams built on what we could

Faith, prayer, warped green wood

Racing winter

Racing time

Faith on fire

But snow is cold

And mountains don't do

What they're told

If the wheels survive the trail

Maybe mercy will not fail

Oh, do not trust the wood, my friends

Nor promises so bold

The mountains care not for your prayers

They only answer cold

Oh, do not trust the wood, my friends

Racing winter

Racing time

Faith alone won't pull the cart

When winter chases time

Do not trust the wood, my friends

Racing winter

Racing time

Faith alone won't pull the cart

When winter chases time

You can listen to the song as recorded by The Junkyard Misfits at this link