Till the Sun Went Down

I didn’t feel so good till the sun went down,

I didn’t feel so high till I entered the valley,

I wouldn’t be square without you comin’ round,

and I wouldn’t know the street without this alley.

 

I didn’t feel stable till I went through barn doors,

I didn’t feel hoarse till I started to speak,

I wouldn’t know how to dance without fours,

and I wouldn’t call without feeling a little meek.

 

I didn’t feel so low till you went away,

I didn’t feel the drought till I hit the peak,

I wouldn’t be round without three squares a day,

and I wouldn’t be in the alley without a street to seek.

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