a song about my future daughter
Lyrics
i won't make you feel the way that i felt i won't put you through the playtime of hell morgan i havn't met you yet morgan you'll have pretty eyes i bet i'll pick the fruit where you can't reach way up top of the wisest old tree and if you should want just make the sound i'll take my axe and i'll cut him down put you to sleep when night comes to call and into you're dreams you're spirit will fall and when it's my turn lay me to rest in the family plot with a rose on my chest
