By The River کے بول

By the river sings a woman Tied to nothing and bound to no one The voyeur stands by shadowed boughs, dew-heavy limbs Damp the wood burns Windless morning Birds are silent as a warning And sorrow comes like hungry wolves in dead of night It's a bad, bad habit you know Go whether skies are cloud-heavy or the ground is Unsteady and the haze of young pity is gone And deal or barter your living when your sins are Forgiven and the scales are made even again Under white sky smoke is rising Breath is shallow, pupils widen And bracken dries as river flows under the ice But it's a bad, bad habit you know Go whether skies are cloud-heavy or the ground is Unsteady and the haze of young pity is gone And deal or barter your living when your sins are Forgiven and the scales are made even again