Nighthowl Blues

The wind it howls, oh, the wind it howls.

Through the dead trees, oh, through the trees.

Not a leaf above me, I have no company.

 

I'm dry as a bone, oh, I am dry as a bone.

Can't believe my eyes, oh my lying eyes.

Not a sight to see, I have no company.

 

The sky grows dark, oh, the sky grows dark.

The bark growing black, oh, the bark is black.

Not a prayer to levee, I have no company.

 

Her voice I hear, oh, her voice I hear.

Love is a fading echo, oh, a dead tree echo.

Not a reason to plea, I have no company.

 

The stone is hard, oh, the stone is hard.

A grassy home, oh, a dead tree home.

Not a place to flee, I have no company.

 

Oh, It is not a season to be.

I have no company.

No company.

 

Nick Campos March 2024