I saw her there fade from afar
Her hair gray charcoal takes a drag from her tar
I kissed her a smile but her blood red shot eye
Said the son never shines on closed doors

It's been eight long years since I saw
The woman who's labored since the day I was born
These wrinkles now face to that cold dark damp place
Where the son never shines on closed doors

She said, the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors

Death comes like a thief in the night
To steal while you sleep the soul's flickering light
Well, maybe it's then, she said, I'll see you again
'Cause the son never shines on closed doors

She said, the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors

And we all go the same way home
Yeah, we all go the same way home

(Yeah, we all go the same way home)

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Writer(s): Bridget A Regan, David R King, Dennis Casey, George Edward Schwindt, Matthew A Hensley, Nathen Maxwell, Robert Anthony Schmidt