It ain't the weight of heaven
It's not the love of sin
It's more like standing at those gates
Waiting to be taken in

My true love must love another
I can see it in my angels eyes
She longs for the places of beauty
Fickle as the rain

It's not much like loving whiskey
It's not like drinking gin
It's more like after the fever
And you finally welcome love in

So close on the distance
Sail the the country wide

So tell me, roots of mercy
Where will my tree grow
If I find a place in your garden
Would you let my angel know

So Huck's got his raft on the river, and
Tom has his day of fame
And I'll keep my rail and road
And this good old walking cane

It ain't the weight of heaven...

(DADGBD 4th Fret)

© 1997 Threshold Music/BMI