Oh, the railroad blues will cost you dear,
Keeps you moving on for something that you don't see here.
We stood and whispered in a kind of moon;
The line was looking like May and June.
I found he was a roamer and a journey man
Looking for a lodging since the night began.
He went to the doors but he didn't have the pay.
He went to the windows, then he went away.
Says, "We'll walk together and we'll both be fed."
Says, "I will give you the `other' bread."
Oh, the bread he gave and without money!
O drink, O fire, O burning honey!
It went all through me like a shining storm:
I saw inside me, it was light and warm.
I saw deep under and I saw above,
I saw the stars weighed down with love.
They sang that love to burning birth,
They poured that music to the earth.
I heard the stars sing low like mothers.
He said: "Now look, and help feed others."