Father Sky

Well, I was just a little thing
 Left out in the wood like a wild beast
 Now I'm a man full-grown with a family
 There's no place in this world for me
 Kingdom, where do you lay?
 I've been riding that crooked weed from a long way away
 And I saw that evening star turn tail in the Milky Way
 Run like a rabbit on hunting day
 And I had to find my own way
 Father Sky if you're listening
 Please send a sign or make the trees bend
 The road is pretty wide but it seems to me
 All of us are bound to be free
 Mama, don't you cry for me
 Just about twenty miles from the gate to the city
 When I do arrive, gaunt as a willow tree
 How do you think they'll welcome me?
 Oh, how do you think they'll welcome me?