Honest as Water Barbed wire fences line a dirt road I prick my finger and watch the blood flow A rose at my feet , clouds o'er my head I feel the heat as I lie on this bed Honest as water that falls from above Not even deaths angel can seperate love A lady in crimson 'neath a scarlet veil Takes hold of my hand and leads down the trail I follow close , get lost in the steam Spillin' over the banks of her wicked stream -Rob McNurlin copyright Buffalo Skinner Music BMI