#167108  by TI4-1009
 Sun Apr 05, 2020 5:53 pm
The river so white, the mountain so red
and with the sunshine over my head
The honky-tonks are all closed and hushed
It looks like Palm Sunday again
It looks like Palm Sunday again
It looks like Palm Sunday again

Hunter subsequently wrote the following two additional verses:

The sky is so green, clouds of canary
Blood moon rise like a fat ripe cherry
Sunset quiet as a benediction
One true love, the rest is fiction

If I stay longer, trouble will find me
An epitaph and a sheet to wind me
A passable day for the least of men
it must be Palm Sunday again