High cotton
Don't know nothin'
Never pulled no weeds and thorns
Ain't got the worry
Ain't got the hurry
Ain't got the dark enough to see the stars
The day gets weary
Your eyes are blurry
The sun is always beating you back home
Tight and the tidy
High and mighty
A finger full
Is more than some folks know
But when the night comes
That's when your soul hums
A poor boy's walking
Is that rich man's run
Mighty are the stones you roll
Ain't no hiding in the gold you throw
There's more to the trying
Than all of you
More to the sky above
Than all the blue
Up on the ladder
The clouds are scattered
So high the climb
So clear the view
Oh Faith be mother
Under your cover
We going to know about the shiny truth
But when the night comes
That's when your soul hums
A poor boy's walking
Is that rich man's run
Mighty are the stones you roll
Ain't no hiding in the gold you throw
There's more to the trying
Than all of you
There's more to sky above
Than all the blue
