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Who shaped the rocks
These rivers and time?
A pilgrim, I'll receive
My fate from thee
Havilah spoke harsh towards the kids
Like they was not his kin even
Three white-headed girls in their baby teeth still
Shirtless, hopping through the jimsonweed

By God I pine for a companion

His doubt was ripe and foul
Tempered by four roses
And a lack of faithful work
He weren't no honest man
A drunk backslider don't stay on the job
Long enough to pay the light bill
And sad women go to church twice of a Sunday
But are too ashamed to join the choir

By God I pine for a companion

He took a belt and buckle
To my back and ribs
For his envy was hard as diamonds
Yeah, hard as diamonds
I prayed through the beatings, drawing breath
Slow and measured til he wore himself out
I am a servant

Unto the rapture
A wheel within a circle I suppose

By God I pine for a companion

I threw myself into the mouth
Of the Hiwassee
Where the Cherokee once lived proud
And fished for cutthroat

By God I pine for a companion
By God I pine for a companion