Bless The Water
In mountain communities in the American south, there's a tradition of getting Baptized in rivers and streams. As a kid, this can be sort of confusing. This is a song about a grown man remembering the time he saw this activity as a child and asked his mother a bunch of questions about it.
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Half mile from the holler was a deep ol' stream
Everybody in their Sunday whites
I was just a kid, barely older than three
With my mama waitin' there in line
"Wash your children of their sins"
Still remember what the preacher said
And I recall every time I see a stream
When I asked her what it meant
(Chorus)
Did he just bless the water
Is it gonna turn into wine
Can we still come back here fishin' with daddy
Why are so many people cryin'
Is Jesus in there somewhere
How are we all his sons and daughters
Does the preacher hold on so we don't drown
Mama, did he just bless the water
Thirty odd years later and that mountain stream
It's all dried up down to mud
People today are washin' sins away
Inside a five-hundred-gallon tub
Ain't no hymnals sung from the mountainside
Ain't no ladies dryin' off the kids
I wonder if mine coulda seen it back then
If they'd ask their mama what it meant
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
There was something 'bout that old scene set
The mysteries that I recollect
A mystic energy I just can't forget
And, to be honest, a tad embarrassed that I asked...
(Chorus)
© Brian Hendrix 2020
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