Mother, as I write, the sun dissolves
Blood life streaming, 'cross my hand
And these words, these words
Hope dashed immortal hope
Hope streaking the canvas skyBlue poles infinitely winding
As I write, as I write
Blue poles infinitely winding
As I write, as I writeWe joined the long caravan
Hungry, dreaming, going west
Just for work, just to get a job
And we never got luckyWe just forged on, and the dust
The endless dust, like a plague
It covered everything
Hal fell, with the fever
And mother I did, what I couldBlue poles infinitely winding
As I write, as I write
Blue poles infinitely winding
As I write, as I writeWe prayed, we prayed for rain
I never wanted, to see the sun again
All my dresses, you made by hand
We left behind, on the road,
Hal died, in my arms
We buried him, by the riverBlue poles infinitely winding
As I write, as I write
Blue poles infinitely winding
As I write, as I write, I write
Songwriters
Patricia Smith;Oliver RayPublished by
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