Rick Landers

Lyrics

“Bury the Hatchet”
By: Rick Landers © 2020

I see her in my mornings
She doesn’t have no children
They’re two and three and eight
She arrives too soon too late
A riddle and our fate
Our fate

Caught the red eye in the moonlight
To get here by her side
Unbound love still between us all
These children and my bride
My family is my pride
Still one of us will die
Will die

We buried the hatchet
With my boy who loved to ride
And chopped wood into fire sticks
While singing Charley Pride
That boy loved of everything
Still makes me cry
Still makes me cry

It’s not that he’s forgotten
Though he seems so far away
I can still hear him laughing
Like some church bells love to bray
And then I start to pray
I pray

We buried the hatchet
With my boy who loved to ride
And chopped wood into fire sticks
While singing Charley Pride
That boy’s love of everything
Still makes me cry
Still makes me cry

For sinners and lost souls
Who walk this hallowed ground
That church bell kept on ringing
Pulled his body up and down
He’s wearing a crown
There’s a lesson to be found
For the here, there and now

We buried the hatchet
With my boy who loved ride
And chopped wood into fire sticks
While singing Charley Pride
That boy’s love of nearly everything
Was it a lie?
Still makes me cry