One More Cup Of Coffee (Valley Below)

Dylan, Bob

Your breath is sweet 
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky. 
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth 
On the pillow where you lie. 
But I don't sense affection 
No gratitude or love 
Your loyalty is not to me 
But to the stars above. 
 
One more cup of coffee for the road, 
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go 
To the valley below. 
 
Your daddy he's an outlaw 
And a wanderer by trade 
He'll teach you how to pick and choose 
And how to throw the blade. 
He oversees his kingdom 
So no stranger does intrude 
His voice it trembles as he calls out 
For another plate of food. 
 
One more cup of coffee for the road, 
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go 
To the valley below. 
 
Your sister sees the future 
Like your mama and yourself. 
You've never learned to read or write 
There's no books upon your shelf. 
And your pleasure knows no limits 
Your voice is like a meadowlark 
But your heart is like an ocean 
Mysterious and dark. 
 
One more cup of coffee for the road, 
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go 
To the valley below. 

dne 15. 09. 2020