Josephine Of The Swamps

Well, the slough winds all serpentine

For the black delta peat

Yellow-brown scrapes of muscadine

Growing wild and sweet

On the shore, lady, there you were

In your robes of queen

And your lips sang the heron song

In my hour of need

And I feel like what I crawl

Howling in my sleep

Churning in my soul

Josephine

Well, the wasteland is plenty wide

Far as I ever seen

And the swamp, she's full of moonlight

Full of mangrove trees

And I feel like what I crawl

Howling in my sleep

Churning in my soul

Josephine

Petty darkness to follow me

With its crocodile leer

For the hot shade of Josephine

Or the swamps might appear

And I feel like what I crawl

Howling in my sleep

Churning in my soul

Josephine, Josephine

And I feel like what I crawl

Howling in my sleep

Churning in my soul

Josephine

Josephine