Gypsy, alcoholic, harsh, hard-lived, hard-hitting his life …
These are written about Tom Whit. A man with a lot of wrinkles on his prefix that draws the edges of the hat.
All of it can be heard in your voice. But this is our judgment or are these attributes sounding like this?
What if I said it was all a lie?
Look at her face again and listen …

Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me
Come closer don’t be shy
Stand beneath a rainy sky
The moon is over the rise
Think of me as a train goes by

Clear the thistles and brambles
Whistle ‘Didn’t He Ramble’
Now there’s a bubble of me
and it’s floating in thee
Stand in the shade of me
Things are now made of me
The weather vane will say:
It smells like rain today
God took the stars and he tossed ’em
Can’t tell the birds from the blossoms
You’ll never be free of me
He’ll make a tree from me

Don’t say goodbye to me
Describe the sky to me
And if the sky falls, mark my words
we’ll catch mocking birds
Lay your head where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me

With the voice of Miss Cibelle, we hear the singer and songwriter in Brazil. Albumy is his name. 1999

Live Performance Of Green Weeds – Kiosk – Three Album Album – 2010