head She lay her down, no word she spoke Until this fair maid's heart was broke She's like the swallow that flies so high And she's like the river that never
and gave birth to ten children Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage And never sat once at the head of the table And didn't even talk to the
the same to me For it's in your bed lord salton I never shall be And up and spoke her father and he's spoken with renown All you who are her maidens won
tomb Crying and praying That her leaving the light was no end Then it awoke After hours and days And then spoke the rose made of stone "Who loves shall be never
happened to be feelin' that way without warnin' And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished And handed out strongly, for penalty and
came - And soon it will be dawn Maid listen, his sweat, flesh and blood - Nourish the barren plan His bones enrich the harvest - And his ashes the desired
me - send us money Died on the cross, that ain't funny But my so called friends are making me a joke They missed out what I said like I never spoke
pound, met a broad and now we out of town Got married and divorced, and ever since then, carryin the cross Got married and divorced, I met a broad and
And you can't see this lighthouse 'Cause there's no place to go This siphon drinks the water But it will never grow And you can?t see this lighthouse
night i'd bear the maiden's child and break the spell and break the line it would have kept me from my truth until the end of time and then the maiden spoke
believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone and it looks like the end. And you're back out on the street. And you're
and em Max wit hundred gats and I'm the minimum Sendin' em, but sick of all this, I take a step back And spit the torris in yo moms and chick won't trist
Three crones Pretty maiden found a husband Friend or foe? Pretty maiden couldn't find her love Where did he go? Pretty maiden with her mirror And her comb Pretty maiden
" Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs And the Maiden spoke In stuttered streams As if her soul was gone She spoke from the land beyond And the Maiden spoke
jest And yet I trusted Flora, the Lily of the West Way down in yonder shady grove, a man of low degree He spoke unto my Flora there and kissed her '
love; I ask no more And never shall redeem the heart I lent Me in my world and thyself in thine Two petals on the same and silent flower And evermore
maid my bed in a week Coffee stains on the paper I'm writing And I'm too choked up inside to speak And Yes, I know our differences pulled us apart Never spoke