Hunger Child Blues
Townes Van Zandt
Well, some have called me hunger's child
Some have turned away
Well, some said wild and a few said free
Some have refused to say
Ah, do you think that you know my name?
Well, the songbird somehow sweetly sings
The sun somehow she shines
And the fireflies cut the cold black wind
Paint their strange designs
And the wind she sings my name
Take your armies, take them from my door
Your battle's built on doom
All your standards all lie shattered now
'Neath the portals of my room
And the walls they sing my name
Well, some have called me hunger's child
Some have turned away
Well, some said wild and a few said free
Some have refused to say
Do you think that you know my name?
Do you think that you know my name?
Do you think that you know my name?