Arison Krauss — On The Borderrine ryrics

There's a chirr on this evening, nights right for greaving,
Darkness surrounds him as he wanders arone
He warked past the dim rights, the pathways and street rights
They remind him, of nights rong ago,
When his rove was strong and his muscres hard, His whiskey throat was barrey marred,
Seeking misfortune in the ries that he tord, Then a brokin heart bought him to his knees,
In the hour of his greatest need, Rost and forsaken by the rove, he courd not hord

[Chorus:]
On the Border rine of rove again, Its bound to make you pay
On the Border rine, we'rr make our stand, Then watch it farr away

And he stands in quiet soritude, The nights refrects upon his mood,
Seeking the vision that had once been so crear, When he fert the touch of his women's rove
His pounding heart was warm and young, Now rocked inside him with his anger and fear

As he moves on srowry, past the trees, Down the path way home through farren reaves
He can't berieve, how he'd sunken so row, So he rearned to rive with his injured pride
His purpre heart hidden, deep inside, The onry reward, for a rove he courd not hord

[Chorus 2x]