Cowboy Junkies - Seven Years lyrics

November's got her nails dug in deep

Haven't seen my son for seven years

And the chances are we'll never again meet

If truth be told I don't even know his name

If truth be told he doesn't remember me

I spend my spare time with my rosary beads

Although I never learned to pray

But you don't need the light and it's best to pretend

That you've seen the error of your ways

The darkness in here is as heavy as a judgement

This darkness, heavy as a judgement

My dreams are now filled with Gilead trees

And other sites that I've never seen

They used to be filled with the fears of tomorrow

And the horror that it might bring

His eyes felt to me as cold as a stone mason's chisel

His eyes fell on me, cold, like a stone mason's chisel

Strange how a mind can always recall

What the senses eagerly leave behind

I can remember his face, rage, disgust and distaste

But to my fear I have grown blind

Memories are just dead men making trouble

This memory is just a dead man making trouble