From the recording Sweeter Than Thee

I wrote this song for my aunt who watched over my uncle with much grace as he struggled against the disease that eventually exhausted him.  My grandmother had three "good husbands," and said she couldn't complain because how many women can say that!  She cared for each at their bedside until the end.  This is for all the women out there who are their man's last good link to the world.


Sweeter than Thee                                            

will you be my lover
will you disconnect the phone
will you come lie beside me
when I am all alone

will you tell them I am sleeping
when they come for me at night
and if they are too great in number
shut the door and bolt it tight

even the honey
is took from the bee
but no one is sweeter
more giving than thee

I have spent all my ambition
and it’s too late to pay you back
but you’re still here to watch over me
making up for the strength I lack


they say there’s no pain
that’s too great to bear
but I’ve come many miles
and it’s followed me everywhere

I’m hit on the inside
with a wound that won’t heal
and it grows like the springtime
with unholy zeal