At the dawn I hear the whistle Looking for a jug in shake headlong Tongue is slow and sense is tired I remember cruel Miss Barleycorn
Welcome morning feel like mourning Pity I was ever friggin' born It was long and winding road now With a dreadful sweet Miss Barleycorn
Bitter sweet lips swelling hot hips Every small tad knows her blood Her noble neck under thumb now Oh gorgeous woman give me your soul
Sweet pretty woman or old hag In fancy dress or penny rags Look into glass then taste her juice Drain to the dregs, down with blues
In the midday Sun is tanning Heat divides the skin from skull and bones All I dream is her lips' freshness Sunny day I miss Miss Barleycorn
Sorry they become too homely Gasps of jolly sweetheart all day long Long is day and long all 'round me Cannot wait to kiss Miss Barleycorn
Bitter sweet lips swelling hot hips Every small tad knows her blood Her noble neck under my thumb now Oh my woman give me your soul
Sweet pretty woman or old hag In fancy dress or penny rags Look into glass then taste her juice Drain to the dregs, down with blues
At the sunset shadows gather Merry piper blows his heady horn As I walk long winding road now To my pretty li'l Miss Barleycorn
Singing crying even whispering We will be as one till morning comes Till her glassy cloth is empty She'll reborn my sweet Miss Barleycorn
Bitter sweet lips swelling hot hips Every small tad knows her blood Her noble neck under my thumb now Oh gorgeous woman give me your soul
Sweet pretty woman or old hag In fancy dress or penny rags Look into glass then taste her juice Drain to the dregs, down with bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
