Oh, Al- I'd like to let you know that I do not feel
All the birds, the trees, the falling snow
No they were not made for me.
And all this is where her heart resides; we met in
She saw cities, promise reaching through my eyes
And she turned her self away
Well how I curse that western skyline.
And yet I thanked it for my start.
Oh Al, though my dreams did not come true; no they only
So I followed her here to Birmingham, where the soil is
so much richer
And though my aching pride might guide my hand, she did
not ask for me to come.
So I wait for her all through the day, as if I wait for
And every time I get her to look my way, she says I'm
not where I belong.
But I watch her father preach on Sundays.
And all the hymnals of my heart.
But oh, Al,no my dreams did not come true; no they only
All the snow fall this time of year, it's not what
Birmingham is used to
I get the feeling that I brought it here, and now I'm
taking it away.
But let's share one more drink together, before I go
reload my cart
Oh, Al, no my dreams did not come true- no they only