Khayyam on the Porch Lyrics

These green hills

And silver waters

Are my home

We are laying in the forest

Where the night turns into moss

I have given up my virtue

I have settled into loss

And I'm staking out my future

On a coin I'm gonna toss

Turn the corner, turn the corner

Every morning

And we're climbing up the hill now

Talking films from the '70s

That can still recall the silence

After the crunching of the leaves

I have settled into sorrow

This is winter on its knees

Turn the corner at the border

Every morning

Every dream emancipation

Every waking up a noose

Every razor cut a reminder

Of the years that I will lose

Every prophet turned to solvent

Every harvest back to soil

This is old Vermont revision,

Heaven-working every toil

And we are washing out the anger

This is centuries of dues

Everyone I know is crazy

Contacts full of 802s

I'm letting light in through the window

There's a history to clear

I've got my tassels and my flannels

And my cooler full of beer

And I am up late every morning

I have found my G-d to fear

Turning the corner at my border

Every morning

What is anger in the rear-view,

Crouching laughing at the pond

That refuses to freeze over

When the winter's halfway gone?

Get that old backcountry attitude

Out of your fast respond

Turn the corner, turn the corner

Every morning

Every morning, every morning

Every morning through 'til night

Every morning, every morning

'Til I see that holy light

Every morning, every morning

Every morning through 'til night

Every morning, every morning

'Til I see that holy light

Every mo-mo-mo-mo-morning

Every mo-mo-mo-mo-morning

Every morning through 'til night

'Til I see that holy light

Every morning through 'til night

Every morning through 'til night

Every morning through 'til night

Every morning