In the morning he burst to tears
The cuckoo had taken a look of Woe
I have robbed myself in your presence darling

I have robbed myself in your presence darling

I wear my Woe with a blood stained nose

As I stand up here I am barely formed
Just dust and lust now measure my bones
Just dust and lust now measure my bones


A fur I wear upon my back
Come insearch of you on a pilgrim track

Fur I wear upon my back
Come insearch of you on a pilgrim track


Bones a-jingle when we fall
But little red drops are no obstacle
For I would bury myself to hold you darling

I would bury myself to hold you darling