Sad Waters

Текст песни NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS - Sad Waters <br/> Down the road I look and there runs MaryHair of gold and lips like cherriesWe go down to the river where the willows weepTake a naked root for a lovers seatThat rose out of the bitten soilBut sound to the ground by creeping ivy coilsO Mary you have seduced my soul( )<br />And I don&#039;t know right from wrongForever a hostage of your child&#039;s worldAnd then I ran my tin-cup heart alongThe prison of her ribsAnd with a toss of her curlsThat little girl goes wading inRollin her dress up past her kneeTurning these waters into wineThen she platted all the willow vines