Dear Polly Ann

Music by Some Swords

Lyrics by Jeremy Quillo

Dear Polly Ann,

I write with tired hand

From West Virginia

A hired hand out on the rail

The rail…

Inside my head I’ve held my breath

And crossed the old Ohio

And there you stand

Out in your veil

Sun, low,

Gonna set

So let’s not waste it

Dear Polly Ann,

I’d crawl through fire and land

To cross lake Erie

A fool-proof plan

And force of will

Of will...

For now, I’ll stand

Pounding into the granite

Until my heart has its fill

Sun, gonna set, burning red

So let’s not waste it

Sun, burning red

Gonna set

So let’s not waste it