I Won't Take My Religion From Any

The Shovel Is The Brother To The Gun.

The Peace Of Great Books Be For You, Stains Of Pressed Clover Leaves On Pages, Bleach Of The Light Of Years Held In Leather.

There Is A Warning Love Sends And The Cost Of It Is Never Written Till Long Afterward.

Be Careful With Your Words, Once They Are Said, They Can Only Be Forgiven, Not Forgotten.

Gather The Stars If You Wish It So Gather The Songs And Keep Them. Gather The Faces Of Women. Gather For Keeping Years And Years. And Then... Loosen Your Hands, Let Go And Say Good-bye. Let The Stars And Songs Go. Let The Faces And Years Go. Loosen Your Hands And Say Good-bye.