Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
We go down to the river where the willows weep
Take a naked root for a lovers seat
That rose out of the bitten soil
But bound to the ground by creeping ivy coils
Oh Mary you have seduced my soul
Forever a hostage of your child's world
And then I ran my tin-cup heart along
The prison of her ribs
And then with a toss of her curls
That little girl goes wading in
Rolling her dress up past her knee
Turning these waters into wine
Then she platted all the willow vines
Mary in the shallows laughing
Over where the carp dart
Spooked by the new shadows that she cast
Across these sad waters and across my heart
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - Sad Waters Lyrics
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Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
We go down to the river where the willows weep
Take a naked root for a lovers seat
That rose out of the bitten soil
But bound to the ground by creeping ivy coils
Oh Mary you have seduced my soul
Forever a hostage of your child's world
And then I ran my tin-cup heart along
The prison of her ribs
And then with a toss of her curls
That little girl goes wading in
Rolling her dress up past her knee
Turning these waters into wine
Then she platted all the willow vines
Mary in the shallows laughing
Over where the carp dart
Spooked by the new shadows that she cast
Across these sad waters and across my heart
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
We go down to the river where the willows weep
Take a naked root for a lovers seat
That rose out of the bitten soil
But bound to the ground by creeping ivy coils
Oh Mary you have seduced my soul
Forever a hostage of your child's world
And then I ran my tin-cup heart along
The prison of her ribs
And then with a toss of her curls
That little girl goes wading in
Rolling her dress up past her knee
Turning these waters into wine
Then she platted all the willow vines
Mary in the shallows laughing
Over where the carp dart
Spooked by the new shadows that she cast
Across these sad waters and across my heart
Writer: Nicholas Cave
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management