Another Gale Blows ft. Bruce Molsky Lyrics

Rivers run where roads should lay

Swallowing abandoned cars

Hills undone by ceaseless rain

Spreading slurry wide and far

Another gale blows

Wet and cold in the hail

Get the bales in the Haywire

A cruel Winter does unfold

As I build another pyre

Come in out of the wind and cold

And thaw beside a fire

And the wind blows

Wet and cold on the hill

Get the bales in the Haywire

Promises and big ideas

Fall on sodden mire

Not before in all these years

Has the river been much higher

Cut off, in a world outside

You couldn't say I'm not a trier

Past a care of my betide

On an ocean getting higher

Another gale blows

Wet and cold in the hail

Get the bales in the Haywire

Another gale blows

Wet and cold in the hail

Get the bales in the Haywire

Weather any Storm they say

We're the salt of the Earth

How much longer can I stay

At the place of my birth

And the wind blows

Wet and cold on the hill

Get the bales in the Haywire