Israel Nash – Bellwether Ballad Lyrics


In the spring you can marry me,
but women and pain they never wait. Oh, miss Mary I settle down,
make an honest man out of me,
well I take to your father’s land,
I learn to keep good company. Oh, my bones are tired and worn,
time it shows upon my face,
I’m still looking for those mountain tops,
you can tell by the way I celebrate. Some got the timing right, but I was too late. Oh, Missouri won’t you bless my soul,
’cause I’m a Bellweather son,
When this city, it spits me out,
to the yours old highlands I will run. I should turn the pages of your book of ages,
but my hands with age they shake,
Some got the timing right, but I was too late. The fire’s now have all gone out,
but I think that I would stay,
Some got the timing right, but I was too late. If you don’t hear from me, keep it in your memory,
try to make it everyday,
Some got the timing right, but I was too late. Sometimes I think that the sky will break,
you just keep me on the line,
my mother’s praying that my soul he’ll take,
a hope that gets me through the night.