By the River

By the river

Stands a woman

Tied to nothing

And bound to no one

The voyeur stands

By shadowed bows

Dew heavy limbs

Oh

Damp, the wood burns

Windless morning

Birds are silent

As a warning

And sorrow comes

Like hungry wolves

In dead of night

Oh

It's a bad, bad habit, you know

Go where the skies are cloud heavy

Or the ground is unsteady

And the haze of young pity is gone

And deal a pot to your living

When your sins are forgiven

And the scales are made even again

Under white sky

Smoke is rising

Breath is shallow

View was widened

And breckham dries

As river flows

Under the ice

Oh

But it's a bad, bad habit, you know

Go where the skies are cloud heavy

Or the ground is unsteady

And the haze of young pity is gone

And deal a pot to your living

When your sins are forgiven

And the scales are made even again