Well, the night was deep and the night was dark. And I was at the old dance hall on the edge of town, yeah. Some big ceremony was going down. Well dancers writhed and squirmed and then.
I got a woman. She rules my house with an iron fist. I got a woman. She rules my house with an iron fist. She screams out Jack the Ripper. Every time I try to give that girl a kiss, oh yeah.
In his boat and through the dark, he rowed. Chained the oar in the night. In the wind that blowed horribly round his ears. Ooh, ooh, ooh. . Under the bridge and into your dreams, he soars.
Come in, babe, across these purple fields. The sun has sunk behind you across these purple fields. That idiot-boy in the corner is speaking deviated truths.
When I first came to town. All the people gathered 'round. They bought me drinks. Oh, Lord, how quickly they changed their tune. . When I first came to town.
All my life I've failed to see. One good thing standing in front of me. And the planets gravitate around you. And the stars, the stars surround you. And the angels in heaven adore you.
In the name of pain. (In the name of pain and suffering). In the name of pain. (In the name of pain and suffering). . There comes a train. (There comes a train).
I know you've heard it all before. I'm sorry for this three year war. For the setting up of camps and wire and trenches. . I'm sorry for the other night.
There is a town where I was born. Far, far away, across the sea. And in that town, oh, where I was born. I would dream, that one day I would leave and cross the sea.
Oh yeah, yeah. Yes well, well, well. I took a walk down to the port. Where strangers meet and do consort. . All blinkered with desire. And a winter fog moved thickly on.
Go son, go down to the water. And see the women weeping there. Then go up into the mountains. The men, they are weeping too. . Father, why are all the women weeping?.
The moon is in the gutter. And the stars wash down the sink. I am the king of the blues. I scape the clay off my shoes. And wade down the gutter, gutter and the moon.
It was the dirty end of winter. Along the loom of the land. When I walked with sweet Sally. Hand upon hand. . And the wind it bit bitter. For a boy of no means.
They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed. With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head. O poor Mary Bellows. . She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor.
I live in a town called Millhaven. And it's small and it's mean and it's cold. But if you come around just as the sun goes down. You can watch the whole thing turn to gold.
Sunday's got a slave. Monday's got one too. Sunday's got a slave. Monday's got one too. . Our sufferings are countless. And our pleasures are motley few.
All the towers of ivory are crumbling. And the swallows have sharpened their beaks. This is the time of our great undoing. This is the time that I'll come running.
The cops are hanging around the house. Cars outside look like theyve got the blues. The moon dont know if its day or night. Everybodys creeping around.
Sorrow's child, sits by the river. Sorrow's child, hears not the water. Sorrow's child, sits by the river. Sorrow's child, hears not the water. . And just when it seems as though.
Have mercy on me, sir. Allow me to impose on you. I have no place to stay. And my bones are cold right through. . I will tell you a story. Of a man and his family.