Rock, salt and nails

Druhá tráva

GOn the banks of the river Cwhere the willow hang Gdown

where the wild birds all Emwarble Cwith a low moaning Gsound

down in the Emhollow Cwhere the water runs Gcold

it was there I first Flistened Cto the lies that you Gtold

Now I lie on my bed Cand I see your sweet Gface

and the past I Emremember Ctime cannot Gerase

the letter you Emwrote me Cit was written in Gshame

and I know that your Fconscience Cstill echos my Gname

GNow the nights are so lonely Clord sorrow runs Gdeep

nothing is Emworse than Ca night without Gsleep

i walk out Emalone Cand look at the Gsky

too empty to Fsing Ctoo loneseome to Gcry

Now if the ladies were blackbirds Cif the ladies were Gthrushes

i'd lie there for Emhours Cin the chilly cold Gmarshes

if the ladies were Emsquirrels Cwith them high bushy Gtails

i'd fill up my Fshotgun Cwith rock salt and Gnails