For Coley Bernard Sullivan

Sweet baby Jesus, come talk to me

I need to see you smile

The cows in the meadow refuse to come home

My children all grown and with child

The fires don't burn like they did before

They shuffle and spark in the loam

I can no longer build, so if it's alright with you

Can I please come home

Sweet baby Jesus, come sit with me

But watch that third step by the door

I've been meaning to fix it, but my shakes are real bad

My hands aren't my hands anymore

Do you remember I sang to you

As I planted this house's first stone

And I can no longer build, so if it's alright with you

Can I please come home

Tura liy, tura liy, tura liy