Joe Henry Alice
There's a train already come
There's a train already come
Her hands are birds, her heart a drum—
Lo these many years
There's a horse upon a yard
There's a horse upon a yard
The blooms are sweet, the stems are hard—
Lo these many years
There's a kiss nobody saw
By the bridge, upon a wall
There's a house caught on with fire
And news of him sent on a wire…
There's a train now gone from view
There's a train now gone from view
Her heart is still, her eyes are too—
Lo these many years
