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Barren Grove

As the sunshine sinks in the valley below

Where the seeds all sleep but the trees don’t grow.

There’s a crooked coachman who deals the cards

And he draws ‘ya near when you’ve gone too far.

You’ll pass a gypsy who can’t recall

The cracks she kept in her crystal ball.

She’s singing softly a song of woe

And hitching a ride on down to barren grove.

Well little boy lost, no he can’t come back.

Took his final dance with the lady in black.

She held his hand then they rolled the dice,

And he spent the night with the woman in white.

The jealous lover, the petty thief

The selfish child, and the plastic priest

The guilty hang, yeah, they come in droves

Their taking a one-way trip through barren grove

See the chain gang kids with the pendulum grins

Going out of their minds cause the doctors in

And the salesman peddles the medicine

While the patients wearing thin

Now they hold the jesters in high regard

While the furnace fills with the fallen stars.

The prima donnas are on display

While the modest prophets are laid to waste.

So, listen close if you choose to side

With fools consumed by their foolish pride

The shepherds left them out in the cold

Where everyone’s doing time in barren grove.