On the first day of May I took to the road. I'd been staring out the window most of the morning, I'd watched the rain claw at the glass And a vicious wind blew hard and fast. I should have taken it as a warning, As a warning, a warning, As a warning...
I'd given my nurse the weekend off. My meals were ill prepared, My typewriter turned mute as a tomb And my piano crouched in the corner of my room With all its teeth bared, All its teeth bared, all its teeth bared, All its teeth bared...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah...
I left my house without my coat, Something my nurse would not have allowed. I took the small roads out of town And I passed a cow, and the cow was brown, And my pyjamas clung to me like a shroud, Like a shroud, like a shroud, Like a shroud...
There rose before me a little house With all hope and dreams kept within. A woman's voice close to my ear Said, "Why don't you come in here? You look soaked to the skin". Soaked to the skin, you look soaked to the skin, Soaked to the skin...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah...
I turned to the woman, and the woman was young. I extended a hearty salutation, But I knew if my nurse had been here, She would never in a thousand years Permit me to accept that invitation, Invitation, that invitation, That invitation...
Now, you might think it wise to risk it all, Throw caution to the reckless wind, But with her hot cocoa and her medication, My nurse had been my one salvation, So I turned back home, I turned back home, I turned back home, Singing my song...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah...
Hallelujah The tears are welling in my eyes again, Hallelujah I need twenty big buckets to catch them in, Hallelujah Twenty pretty girls to carry them down, Hallelujah Twenty deep holes to bury them in. Hallelujah The tears are welling in my eyes again, Hallelujah I need twenty big buckets to catch them in, Hallelujah Twenty pretty girls to carry them down, Hallelujah Twenty deep holes to bury them in.
The tears are welling in my eyes again, I need twenty big buckets to catch them in, Twenty pretty girls to carry them down, Twenty deep holes to bury them in.
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