Joan Shelley - First of August lyrics

Oh, the first of August Lying on the cold leaf ground Coming out of focus Colors slowly breaking down Down the road You've been drawing, pictures of Where you go with the sweet wind There'll be trees there that you know So careful, not to harm them Show them, make a letter home Down the road Where you shining I've seen at the fork Momma knows you've go, son Sister's gonna miss when you go Down the road You've been drawing, line by line And the cold wind has been riding you Riding you down And if it wears harder Still steps in a winding dark There is music, that you're raising And you're own, little baby Is waiting, and oh, to think That you were right And don't you think, that you were right Momma knows you've gotta go, son Sister's gonna miss you, when you go See the sun on the other side On the first August