Townes Van Zandt Hunger Child Blues
Some have called me Hunger's Child Some have turned away Some said wild And a few said free Some have refused to say Do you think that you know my name
The songbird somehow sweetly sings The sun somehow she shines The fireflies cut the cold black wind To paint their strange designs And the wind she sings my name Take your armies, take them from my door Your battle's built on doom Your standards all lie shattered now 'neath the portals of my room And the walls they sing my name
Some have called me Hunger's Child Some have turned away Some said wild And a few said free Some have refused to say Do you think that you know my name
