Matthew

I had an uncle, name of Matthew

He was his father's only boy

Born just south of Colby, Kansas

He was his mother's pride and joy

Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on

Love was just a way to live and die

Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field

Blue was just the Kansas summer sky

And all the stories that he told me

Back when I was just a lad

All the memories that he gave me

And all the good times that he had

Growing up a Kansas farm boy

Life was mostly having fun

Riding on his daddy's shoulders

Behind the mule, beneath the sun

Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on

Love was just a way to live and die

Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field

Blue was just the Kansas summer sky

Well, I guess there were some hard times

And I'm told some years were lean

They had a storm in '47

A twister came and stripped them clean

He lost the farm, he lost his family

He lost the wheat, he lost his home

But he found the family bible

His faith as solid as a stone

Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on

Love was just a way to live and die

Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field

Blue was just the Kansas summer sky

So he came to live at our house

And he came to work the land

He came to ease my daddy's burden

And he came to be my friend

So I wrote this down for Matthew

And it's for him this song is sung

Riding on his daddy's shoulders

Behind the mule, beneath the sun

Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on

Love was just a way to live and die

Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field

Blue was just the Kansas summer sky

Yes, and joy was just a thing that he was raised on

Love was just a way to live and die

Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field

Blue was just the Kansas summer sky

• Artist:Balsam Range
• Album:Mountain Overture