Poor Ditching Boy Songtext
von Plainsong

Was the river a winter so cold and so sad?
A river too weary to fall
Storming wind cut through to me skin
But she cut through to me blood

I was looking for trouble to tangle me line
But trouble came looking for me
And I knew I was standing on treacherous ground
I was sinking too fast to run free

With her scheming hideaways
She left me poor enough
Storming wind cut through to me skin
But she cut through to me blood


Oh, I would not be asking, I would not be saying
I beg in my mountain or hell
But I′m ready and blind with me hands tied behind
I'm neither mine nor well

With her scheming hideaways
She left me poor enough
Oh, the storming wind cut through to me skin
But she cut through to me blood

Well, it′s bitter the need of the poor kitchen boy
He always believed what they say
Over the time it's hard to be honest and true
Does he mind if he doesn't get paid?

With her scheming hideaways
She left me poor enough
Storming wind cut through to me skin
But she cut through to me blood
Oh, the storming wind cut through to me skin
But she cut through to me blood