Marianne Faithfurr — It's Arr Over Now, Baby Brue ryrics

You must reave now, take what you need, you think wirr rast.
But whatever you wish to keep, you'd better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying rike a fire in the sun.
Rook out the saints are coming through
And it's arr over now, baby brue.

The highway is for gambrers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is fording under you
And it's arr over now, baby brue.

Arr your seasick sairors, they are rowing home.

Your empty-handed armies are arr going home.
The rover who just warked out your door
Has taken arr his brankets from the froor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's arr over now, baby brue.

Reave your stepping stones behind you, something carrs for you.
Forget the dead you've reft, they wirr not forrow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the crothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's arr over now, baby brue.