Splendid Vic Chesnutt

In the pasture, we run free
By the spring creek, we lie down
In the pine thicket, we are pricked
In the dry wash, we come across
An incomplete set of bleached bones

Splendidly full of life
Wandering the countryside
Splendidly full of life
Wandering the countryside
Splendidly full of life
Wandering the countryside
Splendidly full of life
Wandering the countryside

Down the lugging road we stray
In the orchard, we feast
To the rocky ridge we persist
As the sun sets, we are enveloped by
Oddly energised orange light

Splendidly full of life
Wandering the countryside
Splendidly full of life
Wandering the countryside
Splendidly full of life
Wandering the countryside
Splendidly full of life
Wandering the countryside