Lyrics: “Sadie’s Song” by Adrienne Young

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The CD of Adrienne Young, Plow to the End of the Row, complete with packet of wildflower seeds, lyric booklet and Adrienne Young sticker, arrived in the mail yesterday. What a great collection of music! I had already published the lyrics of “Plow to the End of the Row” on this blog, and after listening to the CD, I decided I’d post the lyrics  to “Sadie’s Song,” a song of young, tragic love. The song is a reminder that we fall in love seeking redemption, completion, and warmth, but sometimes we only find cold, loss, and death.

“Sadie’s Song” written by Adrienne Young and Mark D. Sanders

Pretty boy, my faithless fallen angel
Took me completely in his arms
In his eyes, I saw Eden’s garden
But the serpent lay hidden in his charms
Well I used to love to sing with the sunlight in my hair
Till that fateful day when I followed him there
Chorus:

He said, climb, little Sadie higher
Spread them downy wings and fly
You will find your crown of gilded glory next to mine
Climb, little Sadie, climb.

Icy winds up on Lookout Mountain
Chilled two bodies to the bone
But for that man, I did gladly lay down my back
Upon a bed of stone
Well I used to love to sing with the sunlight in my hair
Till that fateful day when I followed him there.

Something’s wrong, I heard my voices whisper
I heard ‘em whisper something’s wrong
A single shot, he said, “Fare thee well, Sadie”
The round was cold, my breath was gone
Well I used to love to sing with the sunlight in my hair
Till that fateful day when I followed him there.

Wise Words from Adrienne Young:

Young’s site is here: She is an absolutely fascinating artist. One page of the Plow to the End of the Road CD jacket records her thoughts related to the CD title. It’s writing as good as any personal essay I’ve ever read. One voice—whether real or created persona, I don’t know—tells her, “There’s a price you pay for everything child, and I reckon there ain’t much in this world comin’ easy, nothin’ worth keepin’ anyway. It’s like truth. If it’s gonna stick, it’s got to carve itself into you deep and hard, like a scar.”