She had mood eyes
and moonstone earrings.
She loves peach gold
and sparkly things of every color.
We both know that fools rush in.
We both know there is wisdom in many voices.
Now she's mine.
Oh God, can I accept so sublime a gift?
Before the complications,
only bliss.
New Love.
New Love.
New Love.
New Love.
Her new black dress,
and underneath it,
the scars across her chest.
From last night's semi-circle moon
to this morning's
quilted maple sky,
she cries like a mourning dove.
And now she's mine.
Her slender hands
and rings of the softest gold.
Bearing down on the rhythm.
keeping time.
Mood eyes.
Moonstones.
Her black dress.
Peach gold.
The posthumous record by the legendary Tony Joe White is full of rugged, smoky blues & Americana, culled from a trove of demos. Bandcamp New & Notable May 10, 2021