Lonesome child Caged in heaven's arms The soft earth cuts a dark row When I touch do you feel? How should I know? Highway to the Morning Star Flesh to flesh and briar The thorned lips round your heart The plow blade cuts the earth-row How's love feel? How should I know? (On the) Highway to the Morning Star Flat-reel of old spinning yarn Twixt cotton fields & burning barns What God cannot heal, we must move on Give to the Highway of the Morning Star Give to the Highway of the Morning Star