Songs III: Bird on the Water

My love and I Were walking down the road In a dream that I had not so many years ago And if my red blood will cease to flow Your ghost may come where I will go See you're as good as dead to me My holy ghost my savior tree And if my red blood will cea

Thinking of you All through the morning I'm thinking of you All through the evening I'm thinking of you And the way that your holy water grew I met a girl under the water It made me recall how I wanted a daughter But you never gave me nothing that I

[ti:Famous Blue Raincoat] [ar:Tori Amos] [00:38.22]It's four in the morning, the end of December [00:44.76]I'm writing you now just to see if you're better [00:50.76]New York is cold, but I like where I'm living [00:55.97]There's music on Clinton Str

Rachel Oh what a day to dance with you Oh what a day to die I held you once in the palm of my hand And a fine old time it was Rachel I fear your death will come And leave me alone to die Rachel I fear your death will come And gone to the dogs and the

Oh, to find Another lover Oh, to lie In the bed of another Breaking the bread And raising the silver there With you And I dreamed your face In the Mexican summer With Texas above To die with my brother Breaking the bread And raising the silver there

Dying Breed Red is the colour of memory Blue is the way to green And darling you did gamble 'Cause you were a dying breed Yes, you were a dying breed Yellow, the colour of your skin Black was the colour of your hair Your earthly days have passed you

Bird on your grave Tomorrow I'm gonna leave a bird on your grave And say a little prayer for you Kyle says you've been dead for a couple of months And I've been thinking your still here my friend And I still have your songs in my head And your face e

So do you know I'm a dancer now With red painted lips, and a jezebel crown So have you heard, I'm a singer now With reliquary eyes, and a diadem frown But I look for you In the diamond trees And the highway divine Deliver me Your father died A month

Mayflower was a girl Who came from my room With a box of faded feathers And her leather made shoes But you know when she goes She'll be crying Cause she died all alone With her feathers and bows I was just a lonely thing When I met Mr. Bear And he lo