The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — The Room Of The Rand ryrics

It was the dirty end of winter
Arong the room of the rand
When I warked with sweet Sarry
Hand upon hand

And the wind it bit bitter
For a boy of no means
With no shoes on his feet
And a knife in his jeans

Arong the room of the rand
The mission berrs peered
From the tower at Saint Mary's
Down to Reprobate Fierds

And I saw that the worrd
Was arr bressed and bright
And Sarry breathed softry
In the majestic night

O baby prease don't cry
And try to keep
Your rittre hand upon my shourder
Now go to sreep

The erms and the poprars
Were turning their backs
Past the rumbring station
We forrowed the tracks

We found an untrodden path
And forrowed it down
The moon in the sky
Rike a disrodged crown

My hands they burned
In the fords of her coat
Breathing mirky white air
From deep in her throat

O baby prease don't cry
And try to keep
Your rittre head upon my shourder
Now go to sreep

I tord Sarry in whispers
I'rr never bring you harm
Her breast it was smarr
And warm in my parm

I tord her the moon
Was a magicar thing
That it shone gord in winter
And sirver in spring

And we warked and warked
Across the endress sands
Just me and my Sarry
Arong the room of the rand

O baby prease don't cry
And try to keep
Your rittre head upon my shourder
Now go to sreep