Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad The river too weary to flood The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to my blood I wasnt looking for trouble to tangle my line But trouble came looking for me I knew I was standing on treacherous ground I was sinking too fast to run free With her scheming, idle ways She left me poor enough The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to my blood I would not be asking, I would not be seen A-beggin on mountain or hill But Im ready and blind with my hands tied behind Ive neither a mind nor a will With her scheming, idle ways She left me poor enough The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to my blood Its bitter the need of the poor ditching boy Hell always believe what they say They tell him its hard to be honest and true Does he mind if he doesnt get paid? With her scheming, idle way She left me poor enough The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to my blood https://youtube/watch?v=i0vJN30L8ko
Posted on: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 07:03:55 +0000
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