Casimir Pulaski Day

And you told me you were scared
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
Oh, the glory when he took our place

When I kissed you on the mouth
And the complications you could do without

In the morning in the winter shade
Oh, the glory when you ran outside
And I almost touched your blouse
I could see what you were reading
And the complications when I see his face
With the pictures of your mother
We lift our hands and pray over your body
In the living room when you kissed my neck
I remember at Michael's house
In the morning in the window
In the morning at the top of the stairs
And he drove his car to the navy yard
I thought I saw you breathing
And you told me not to follow you
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
When your father found out what we did that night
I find the card where you wrote it out
In the morning through the window shade

Oh, the glory that the Lord has made

With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
Tuesday night at the Bible study
Just to prove that he was sorry
Oh, the glory that the Lord has made
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
But nothing ever happens

In the morning when you finally go
When I found out you had cancer of the bone
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
On the floor at the great divide
Your father cried on the telephone
I am crying in the bathroom

And the cardinal hits the window
Sunday night when I cleaned the house
On the first of March on the holiday