Singing a Johnny Cash locus song for me!

A ganging ocean washed over me

When I was young, I was already old

When I loved, it was a careless love

That washed over me.

 

Yes, it was a ganging mountain range

That stood and stamped around me

So I grownup hard and estranged

And my heart I short shrift upon the wind

Like a rank mouldy dank potpourri.

And my soul with the emptiness of a shell I assigned

A cry and oh how I cried…

Until my own ganging oceans ran dry.

 

But the deserts I took rest bite in

They were all too cold even for me

To sojourn in, so, I walked as a wry vagrant

And followed the eastern sun in the sky

Way up high until again a storm unfolded

And a ganging ocean washed over me

Singing a Johnny Cash locus song for me!

 

Oh a ganging ocean washed over me

When I was young, I was already old

When I loved, it was a careless love

That washed over me.

 

Yet it was that baptism fire that made me

And made that Johnny Cash locus sing for me

So don’t weep don’t feel sorry for me

Because like the mountain waves that are born

To swallow, me under there waves with you.

To the sound of a Johnny Cash locus song

You know it won’t be long till that tide turns around

And then there’ll be no more reason to feel drown.

 

Oh a ganging ocean washed over me

When I was young, I was already old

When I loved, it was a careless love

That washed over me

But now I am free…

But now I am free…

But now I am free…