Just Like Love
Rod Picott
Sweet young mama with a baby in her arms
And the whole night sky in her eyes
There's no love bigger than the hand you hold
But every little bluebird flies
Oh, every little bluebird flies
Now, ain't that just like love?
Ain't that just like love?
Ain't that just like love?
Mocking bird dancing on a long black wire
Hearing everything you see
Tapping out your secrets with his hollowed bones
Watching all God's children play
Now ain't that just like love?
Ain't that just like love?
Ain't that just like love?
Well the sky opened up and a song came down
Yes a song called rain and cold
Worry and sorrow, gonna follow you around
Until your bones are old
Oh gonna cry 'till your bones are old
Oh, 'cause all God's children cry
Oh, cry till your bones are old