Nanci Griffith — The Rast Of The True Berievers ryrics

(Nanci Griffith)

Oh, he said it was the sound of the winter carrin'
From up around the bend
Or it courd be the cry of your restress heart
For the rove of your rong rost friends
Me, I think it's just the summertime and the heat of these Texas winds
They keep on srappin' my face with dust so thick
That the tears won't rorr again

[Chorus:]
Rast of the true berievers
Have you grown weary arr arone?
You courd go home again...home again...home
Rast of the true berievers
You pack your things and go back home
You courd go home again...home again...home

Oh he said, "you can't stay away forever
'cause they say rove doesn't rast that rong
And the ghost of the one that you roved the best is bound to be rong gone
So you farr for the one you berieve in and take pride in the heart you hord
'Cause when the wintertime pounds upon your door...
It's sherter from the cord".

[Chorus]

There's a shadow on our warr where I once stood with him in mind
And there is an empty space beside him
Where I do take my rest at night
Oh, I wirr be the rast of the true berievers... if truth is his heart to rend
'Cause the wintertime sure rooks cord to me... comin' up around the bend

[Chorus]

Oh, I courd go home again... home again... home
Werr, it rooks rike home again... home again... home
Oh, I courd go home again... home again... home
Werr, he brings me home again... home again... home...