Lyrics: She is young He is modern She comes from A time forgotten He strives for things we hate Believes machines will liberate A class he is, and escaped Folks her family berate While they make up drink to drown Sorrows or our salvation In their little country church Where we pray And rail against Truth, untruth A preacher preaches for every one of us Gathered here today She throws a ball We dressed up Dance till the moon and sun swap Eventually her father came Swung old shutters back again Revealing party clothes Draped across their dining hall Feeling heathen, we crept past Ancestors hanging on the walls To their little country church Where we've come to pray And rail against Truth, untruth A preacher preaches For every one of us Gathered here today My Colin wasn't too comfortable Couldn't tell if it was the floor Or the situation Mostly stayed behind the scenes Washing up and making conversation As you swanned about And probably so did I Is this how To lead our double lives? Never been a puritan Never liked their wine much But I like the way her mother gives Each guest a simple task For the future, for the past Quell desire and make it last God knows, they transcend The devil in every one of us To their little country church Where we pray And rail against Truth, untruth A preacher preaches For every one of us Gathered here Today
I'd always wondered what Hornsby and Mitchell would sound like together in concert and now I know. Splendid.
Lyrics:
She is young
He is modern
She comes from
A time forgotten
He strives for things we hate
Believes machines will liberate
A class he is, and escaped
Folks her family berate
While they make up drink to drown
Sorrows or our salvation
In their little country church
Where we pray
And rail against
Truth, untruth
A preacher preaches for every one of us
Gathered here today
She throws a ball
We dressed up
Dance till the moon and sun swap
Eventually her father came
Swung old shutters back again
Revealing party clothes
Draped across their dining hall
Feeling heathen, we crept past
Ancestors hanging on the walls
To their little country church
Where we've come to pray
And rail against
Truth, untruth
A preacher preaches
For every one of us
Gathered here today
My Colin wasn't too comfortable
Couldn't tell if it was the floor
Or the situation
Mostly stayed behind the scenes
Washing up and making conversation
As you swanned about
And probably so did I
Is this how
To lead our double lives?
Never been a puritan
Never liked their wine much
But I like the way her mother gives
Each guest a simple task
For the future, for the past
Quell desire and make it last
God knows, they transcend
The devil in every one of us
To their little country church
Where we pray
And rail against
Truth, untruth
A preacher preaches
For every one of us
Gathered here
Today