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Trevor Garrod 1-12-2004: “These next two songs come from the I Ching. I don’t know if that’s gonna help you guys at all. It’s called the Middle Son.”
THE MIDDLE SON
The middle son’s a dangerous one
By moon and sun his wagon wheels are turning
And he often sees foxes in the forest
Watching for thieves he travels in the night
He’s got a strong horse with a gently curving spine
Following the course of water down the line
And his ears are aching from a pounding in the village
He knew the danger passed when the lightning had come
Yes that middle son is racing cross the valley
His morning work is done, yes it’s gone into dust
And his wagon wheels are rolling by the moonlight
the sky is on fire deliver us, yes the sky is on fire, deliver us
The bottle’s restless beating on that wagon-table tells me
How the wheel ruts beneath us shimmy widely across the trail
And the strength of any prophecy is sure at times eternal and
There will be a thunderstorm and it will clear the air
Yes that middle son is racing across the valley, his morning work is done, it’s gone into dust
His wagon wheels are rolling by moonlight the sky is on fire, deliver us
Yes the sky is on fire deliver us
Yes the sky’s on fire deliver us
