Telephone Line
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine
Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needle work
Then he'll be a true love of mine
Have him wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Where ne'er a drop of water e'er fell
And then he'll be a true love of min
e
Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between salt water and the sea strands
Then he'll be a
The Golden Weeding of Sorrow
Through the winter's woods
To the giddy edge of light
We shut the door on pain
Those tales are dead - dead forever
A wind must agree
To blow us on course
It can be quick to come
But, once it's gone - it's gone forever
Through the winter's woods
To the giddy edge of light
We are all in the vein
It is already too late
What do we winess?
What do we negate?
In this world of shadows
And sordid allusion
Through the winter's woods
To the giddy edge of light
All this arrogance and ignorance
Will be washed away
Craving for tomorrow
Craving for today
By association
I want, want everything
Through the winter's woods
To the giddy edge of light