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