the handing down the handing down maybe the truth will not be shown and the dark will just roll on and on roll o three rivers wheres that star you once held above my faded dreams heart worn more than some i guess but im still holding at the seams still holding at the seams scarecrow holds an hourglass above the cross roads for me filled with tears and twilight from a friends dying day heres a turkey feather for his favourite hat and a love letter from the ace of spades a love letter from the ace of spades an anchor in the crown of queen annes lace and chicory a charm a charm to drive away all the heartaches i gave all the goodbyes and the i love you s i said but not in time but mine is the heart of lonesome pine and the choices werent always mine the choices werent always mine