Carousel Lyrics

Almost home  When I missed the bottom stair  You were braiding your gray hair  It had grown so long  Since I'd been gone 
And the perfect girls,  By the pool, they would protest  The cross around their necks,  But our sons were overseas,  And we all know 'bout the hive and the honey bees. 
Almost home  With an olive branch and a dove  You were beating on a Persian rug  With your bible and your wedding band  Both hidden on the TV stand 
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/carousel-lyrics-iron-wine.html ] And the cruel wind blew  Every city father fell  Off the county carousel  While the dogs were eating snow  All our sons had sunk in a trunk  Of Noah's clothes
Almost home,  We got lost on our new street,  And your grieving girls all died in their sleep,  So the dogs all went unfed,  A great dream of bones all piled on a bed 
And the cops couldn't care,  When that crackhead built a boat  And said, "Please, before I go,  May our only honored bond  Be the kinship of the kids and the riot squad"