We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

The County's Ward

from Hymns for the Hardened Heart by Brent Loveday

/

lyrics

“The County’s Ward”

There’s no pictures on the wall at the county’s ward in this hospital bed where I’m laying.
And the chaplains, they don’t bother to come here no more.
Lord knows it’s too late for praying when you’re here.
You might have a day, son
You might have a year.
It’s too late for praying when you’re here.

There’s no back door to the county’s ward
To slip through when Death, he comes calling.
There’s just one corridor that leads to this floor.
One fatal trip sends you falling down.
No angels will catch you as you seep through the ground.
One fatal trip sends you down.

No pills are took,
And no doctors take looks,
At the chart on the hook,
Hanging from your bed’s foot.

There’s no windows on the wall of the county’s ward
It’s whitewash from floor to the ceiling.
And no shadows are cast, and there’s always a draft.
In these halls you won’t find no healing when you’re here.
Your days slip away faster than a dog’s years.
It’s too late for praying when you’re here.
Yeah, it’s too late for praying when you’re lying here.

credits

from Hymns for the Hardened Heart, released October 7, 2018
Brent Loveday… vocals and guitar
Andy Bercaw… bass guitar
Mark William Raynes… drums and percussion
Jeremy Lawton… pedal steel guitar, piano
Johnny “Reno” Smith… backing vocals, tambourine
Jason Labella… backing vocals

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Brent Loveday image

Brent Loveday Denver, Colorado

contact / help

Contact Brent Loveday

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Brent Loveday, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Featured guests are the golden-voiced Baby Rose and psyche soulsters Brainstory.
listen now