BONES
(Libby Roderick)

I come from a long line of dead people
I am standing on a tall pile of bones
My people lie sleeping all under the world
Their souls turn to roots leaves and stones

My grandfather went by whiskey in an LA hotel
His father died of Ohio coal
And before him and before that they went under the ground
Fewer bones walk above than below

My grandmother's blue eyes look out of my face
Her skinny bones walk around in my clothes
You might almost hear the sound of her sweet southern voice
In this [body] I've been calling my own.

A toast to the living
As we walk down the aisle
So these bones can be married
To this flesh for a while
A song, a song for the living
Though this flesh worries when
These bones will be leaving
To join family again...

Repeat first verse.

I'll post the corrections in the morning when I can get to the words.
Blessings,
Barbara