文本歌词

Sad Waters - Nick Cave
Down the road I look
And there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
We go down to the river
Where the willows weep
Take a naked root for a lovers seat
That rose out of the bitten soil
But sound to the ground
By creeping ivy coils
O Mary you have seduced my soul
Forever a hostage of your child's world
And then I ran my tin-cup heart along
The prison of her ribs
And with a toss of her curls
That little girl goes wading in
Rollin her dress up past her knee
Turning these waters into wine
Then she platted all the willow vines
Mary in the shallows laughing
Over where the carp dart
Spooked by the new shadows
That she cast
That she cast
Across these sad waters
And across my heart