Black days of winter all were through. The blossoms came and they brought you. Clouds left the sky. And I knew the reason why. They made way for you and the blossom..
It's up in the morning it's on the downs. And little white clouds like gamboling lambs. And I am breathless over you. And the red-breasted robin beats his wings.
Blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm. smothered in mud at the foot of the river. the color vague is slapped around stupid. blood dries to a very dull color.
Old black mountain. Tried to spit in your face. Old black mountain. Tried to spit in your face. Baby's grubbing whiskey. Oh, she's practicing. . Old black mountain.
A black eyed dog he called at my door. The black eyed dog he called for more. A black eyed dog he knew my name. A black eyed dog he knew my name. The black eyed dog, a black eyed dog.
I got a blue bird. A blue bird on my shoulder. I got a blue bird. A blue bird on my shoulder. . I saw her standing. Standing by the water. She was naked.
Bird flew by. And wondered, wondered why. She was wise. And ought to stay up in the sky. . From the air she could wonder. For the reason. What's the point of a year.
Blind Lemon Jefferson is a comin'. Tap tap tappin' with his cane. Blind Lemon Jefferson is a comin'. Tap tap tappin' with his cane. . His last ditch lies down the road of trials.
A crowded room on Beverley. A party for the rent. You were sitting casually. With a few of your fabulous friends. I asked you what your name was. But you just turned and laughed.
Bless his ever loving heart. Only he knows who you are. He may seem so very far. Bless his ever loving heart. . And when you're feeling sad. And everywhere you look.
Well I wake up in the morning. Look at my clock. It's way past noon time. Now I'm late for work.. . Tell me, tell me. What have I done wrong?. Ain't nothing go right with me.
This time it's the truth. this time nothings goinna fall on through. these books. are broken up. Blast off!. Wham! bam!. Right off the shelf. Right off the shelf.
Last night my kisses were banked in black hair. And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black. And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair.
I am the black crow king. I am the black crow king. The Keeper of the nodding corn. . All the hammers are a-talking, all the nails are a-singing. So sweet and low, you can hear it in the valley.
Oh, Lawd, Black Betty,. Bam-ba-lamb,. Oh, Lawd, Black Betty,. Bamhalamb,. Black Betty had a baby,. Bambalamb,. Black Betty had a baby,. Bambalamb.. . Oh, Lawd, Black Betty,.
Look-a look-a yonder (3x). Well the sun done gone. . The captain can't hold her (3x). The way I do now. . Ada got a gold mine (3x). Way above her knees.
Look-a look-a yonder (3x). Well the sun done gone. . The captain can't hold her (3x). The way I do now. . Ada got a gold mine (3x). Way above her knees.
Big Jesus soulmates Trash Can. fucking rotton business this. bot feet in the bad-boot. siff in the crypt, babay, like a rock. rock-rock-rock. Big-Jesus soul-mates Trash-Can.
When I was a wee thing, I heard my mother say. That I was meant for rambling and would easy go astray. And before that I would work, I would rather sport and play.
A traditional song which was a likely inspiration for Where The Wild Roses Grow. Nick's song is also available.. . When I was a wee thing, I heard my mother say.