Unfortunate man Wife dead by spring To know one's self forgiven is To live like a king
Unfortunate man Wealthy only in ills A stranger to rest and his country men Reapin' alone, weepin' alone in the hills
You were born of a hermit Gratuitous child There never was a morning in your life you Greeted with a smile
Lowly dog Trodden underfoot for thirteen seasons Don't you run no more This land's no friend of yours Hang your head
Candle in the stable Casts shadows over the field Fresh meat on the table Fresh fates, waiting to be sealed
Lay to rest the sickle Lay to rest the plough Call your firstborn from the forrest Call him home now
These days aren't worth the countin' They're turning workmen to slaves The only sound is the foot of the mountain Begging you to dig some more graves
Lowly dog Trodden underfoot for thirteen seasons Don't you run no more This land's no friend of yours Hang your headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
