Ozilline

Oh Ozilline, the moon is almost full And you don't need a torch light To see into these woods. Sister, bring the medicine To keep you from decline, But it's the waxing and the waning That's always on your mind. Oh Ozilline, I feel for you. As soon as the corn's in, The deer will come to feed. When the berry ripens, The bird will come to eat. Build by the river, Its pretty but you'll pay, 'Cause the springtime brings the flood plain Or your cutbank washes away. Oh Ozilline, I feel for you. I had to put the dog down, Before I hit the road, I watched that sweet old life Become a bag of bones. When your body's broken And your heart wants to give in, And you hear that hoot owl callin' Just like she was a friend. Oh Ozilline, I feel for you.