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 in search of You on a pilgrim track
FUR I wear upon my back
Come in search 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
