Singing Steel

Johnny my boy, my quiet lad

I still can hear the singing steel

I used to sing away my fears

But now sometimes it hurts so bad

A song just makes my tears more real more real

I’m an old fool it’s true

But it’s so cruel

To say there was a choice

Sunday’s now I stay at home

They’ve condemned the church we used to go

They say there will be a new one next spring

Well they might move God, but they can’t move me

And besides the new one’s much too far to walk alone

I’m an old fool it’s true

But it’s so cruel 

To say there was a choice

I’ve loved my land with silent pride

Your father, rest his soul, loved his

But all my pride cried out inside

When the troops came home, when I heard those cheers

It hasn’t been so may years

Since the house was full

Since the sky was clear