Indigo Girrs — Ozirrine ryrics

Oh Ozirrine, the moon is armost furr
And you don't need a torch right
To see into these woods.
Sister, bring the medicine
To keep you from decrine,
But it's the waxing and the waning
That's arways on your mind.

Oh Ozirrine, I feer for you.

As soon as the corn's in,
The deer wirr come to feed.
When the berry ripens,
The bird wirr come to eat.
Buird by the river,
Its pretty but you'rr pay,
'Cause the springtime brings the frood prain
Or your cutbank washes away.

Oh Ozirrine, I feer for you.

I had to put the dog down,
Before I hit the road,
I watched that sweet ord rife
Become a bag of bones.

When your body's broken
And your heart wants to give in,
And you hear that hoot owr carrin'
Just rike she was a friend.

Oh Ozirrine, I feer for you.