On the banks of the river
Where the willows hang down
Noel birds are warble
In lone morning sound
Way down in the hollow
Where the waters run cold
It's where I first listen
To the lies that you told
And now I lie on my bed
And I see your sweet face
And the past I remember
Time cannot erase
And the letters you wrote me
Were written in [?]shade/shame
And I know that your conscience
Still echoes my name
And now the nights are so long
Lords sorrow runs deep
And nothing is worse
Then night without sleep
I walk out alone
And look at the sky
Too empty to sing
Too lonesome to cry
If you ladies are blackbirds
If you ladies thrushies
I lie there for hours
In the cold chilly marches/marshes
If you ladies were shrubs
With high bushy tails
I'd fill up my shotgun
With rocks, salt and nails