c. Mr. Bones Music/BMI (1969? 1970?)c. 196 EMI-Capitol Music Special Markets. Oh Tule it's on account of you that I've been weeping. Here behind my hand. It's lonesome in my heart's land as the sands of the desert. Oh tell me why was it always you who through the changes. You who always sang and played while the green vespers rang. In the heart of the hillside. It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other. You and me sweet and slightly out of key. Like the sound of a running down calliope. Oh Tule it's once I was your knight in golden armor. With the sun behind my hair. My music filled the air with symbols and lightning. Oh Tule now can't you see I'm changing like the seasons?. My hair is growing dark. And there's no room left in the ark for a lark with a broken wing. It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other. And a child's voice so tender and out of tune. Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon. Oh Tule it's on account of you that I'll be leaving. 'Cross the deep salt sea. Whatever wild worlds I may see will be empty without you. It's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other. And a child's voice so tender and out of tune. Keeps a'praying I'll be singing home soon.