Crumbling Creek

I found my love in the crumbling creek
glowing like the sun
pieces scattered under toe
and found by everyone

Oh, my oh my Old Hannah
She said ain't you tired of rolling
Yellow seeps from hills
as ink bleeds from the quill
She writes oh, ain't you tired of rolling

I'd give up my kiss for happiness
I'd pan for all my sins
and melt the pieces down
so I can wear them on my skin

Oh, my oh my Old Hannah
She said ain't you tired of rolling
Yellow seeps from hills
as ink bleeds from the quill
She writes oh, aint you tired of rolling