Rock, salt and nails

Druhá tráva

EOn the banks of the river Awhere the willow hang Edown

where the wild birds all C#mwarble Awith a low moaning Esound

down in the C#mhollow Awhere the water runs Ecold

it was there I first Dlistened Ato the lies that you Etold

Now I lie on my bed Aand I see your sweet Eface

and the past I C#mremember Atime cannot Eerase

the letter you C#mwrote me Ait was written in Eshame

and I know that your Dconscience Astill echos my Ename

ENow the nights are so lonely Alord sorrow runs Edeep

nothing is C#mworse than Aa night without Esleep

i walk out C#malone Aand look at the Esky

too empty to Dsing Atoo loneseome to Ecry

Now if the ladies were blackbirds Aif the ladies were Ethrushes

i'd lie there for C#mhours Ain the chilly cold Emarshes

if the ladies were C#msquirrels Awith them high bushy Etails

i'd fill up my Dshotgun Awith rock salt and Enails