desire turn to
grief I want
to say we carried
like ruffians that
by the river of
which we lacked
when did we
I gave, my dear, my sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow songs.
I gave, her then, all my tomorrow ‘morrow ‘morrow ‘morrow wrongs.
She asked, my dear, how did you lasso lasso lasso all those years?
She asked, her then, how did you carry carry carry all my fears?
I told, my dear, I was living living living in the river.
I told, her then, I was dying dying dying not to shiver.
She took, my dear, my sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow songs.
She took, her then, all my tomorrow ‘morrow ‘morrow ‘morrow wrongs.