She lies in a heap on her bed Where she used to lie with her lover They dragged him away in the night And they forced him to watch as they Had their way with her Untouchable places torn with rough hands And her children cried as they tried to reach her And the bones were disturbed As they rolled from the graves Even heaven cried from underneath her
And everyone said well how can this be Isnt her Father the King of the Land And everyone said no this couldnt be Unles it was - By His command By His command - By his command But where is He now Returned to His garden That's returned to the sand
Was there anyone more loyal more faithful than her Could any heroine stand beside her And they came on that day to darken the sun With their dirty hands to defile her
Oh the torch that burned like a beacon of light How can it lie now in ruin and rubble What angel in Heaven can look in her eye When they abandoned her In her moment of struggle
And everyone says well how can this be Isnt her Father the King of the Land And everyone says no this cannot be Unless it was - By His command By His command - By his command But where is He now Returned to His garden That's returned to the sand
Where is He now Where is He now Returned to His garden That's returned to the sand
The posthumous record by the legendary Tony Joe White is full of rugged, smoky blues & Americana, culled from a trove of demos. Bandcamp New & Notable May 10, 2021