may i know whose hand i'm in

when my blood runs warm with the warm red wine, 
i missed the life that I left behind.
and when I hear the sound of the black bird's cry, 
i know i left in the nick of time.
well this road I'm on is gonna turn to sand, 
and leave me lost in a far off land. 
so let me ride the wind till i don't look back,
and forget the life that i almost had.

if i wander till i die may i know whose hand i'm in. 
if my home i'll never find and let me live again. 


the longer i run then the less that i find, 
selling my soul for a nickel and dime, 
breakin my heart to keep singing these rhymes, 
losing again.

tell my brother please not to look for me. 
i ain't the man that i used to be.
cause if my savior comes could you let him know. 
i've gone away forward to save my soul.




--some good old peter bradley