[Verse]
Was there ever a winter so cold and so sad
With the river too weary to flood
The stormy wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to my blood
[Verse]
I was looking for trouble to tangle my line
But trouble come a-looking for me
I knew I was standing on treacherous ground
But I was sinking too fast to run free
[Chorus]
With her scheming, idle ways
She left me poor enough
The storming wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to me blood....
[Instrumental]
[Verse]
Now I would not be asking, I would not be seen
Either begging on a mountain or hill
Til Iâm ready and Iâm blind, with my arms tied behind
But Iâve neither a mind nor a will
[Verse]
Oh, itâs bitter the need of the poor ditching boy
For heâll always believe what they say
But they tell him itâs hard to be honest and true
Does he mind that he doesnât get paid?
[Chorus]
With her scheming, idle ways
She left me poor enough
The storming wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to me blood
[Chorus]
With her scheming, idle ways
She left me poor enough
The storming wind cut through to my skin
But she cut through to me blood.....
