OH BROTHER
Why must we wait while the sun is high For night to be creeping Overhead a hard blue bowl The ground baked beneath it Oh Brother why you wait so long Oh Brother why you wait so long

The trees are still the birds are still The night is enduring Boats are riding on a swelling tide And tug at their mooring Oh Brother why you wait so long Oh Brother why you wait so long

Overhead the sky's unchanging There's so little time remaining The moon is low, the wind is gone Why do you wait so long

It's a stange grass that sews itself Into your clothing It's a strange fruit that you can eat The seed and skin only Oh Brother why you wait so long Oh Brother why you wait so long