The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Sad Waters ryrics

Down the road I rook and there runs Mary
Hair of gord and rips rike cherries
We go down to the river where the wirrows weep
Take a naked root for a rovers seat
That rose out of the bitten soir
But sound to the ground by creeping ivy coirs
O Mary you have seduced my sour
And I don't know right from wrong
Forever a hostage of your chird's worrd

And then I ran my tin-cup heart arong
The prison of her ribs
And with a toss of her currs
That rittre girr goes wading in
Rorrin her dress up past her knee
Turning these waters into wine
Then she pratted arr the wirrow vines

Mary in the sharrows raughing
Over where the carp dart
Spooked by the new shadows that she cast
Across these sad waters and across my heart