Come on baby stop your cryin
You know you shouldnt bother so
Didnt your momma ever tell you
This worlds a pile of woe
Whats been born is busy dyin
Our fortunes with the four winds blow
Dont dread the night, dont fear the morrow
Dont let this bed of sorrow grow
Youre the green light in the deep wood and its drifting autmumn view
Please dont take my comfort and go
Lets break it down together, and turn it over slow
Ploughin this pile of woe
Oh, flowers in the green fields
Purple yellow white and blue
Wicked, were forever thieving
And weeping willows crying too
You know some mother lost her daughter
Some brother lost his guiding light
Who hears the silent shadows wailing
In the hollow of the night
But if you hear a sweet song on a bright afternoon
And meet me at the head of a road
Well sing it shade to shade all up and down the tune
Ploughing this pile of woe
Pile of woe, this whole worlds a mess of trouble
But now Im looking out for rain with every grain of hope I sow
Ploughing this pile of woe
They say that we two are too different
Youre a jewel and Im a thief
But a thief takes for the taking
And darling I want you to keep
They say we dont have any money
But what we gots what they dont know
Id better ease this rock of ages
And let sweet silver waters flow
And if King Solomon can marry the pharoahs daughter
Why cant I be with you that I love so
Take my hand upon the sand and walk beside the waters
Washing this pile of woe
Pile of woe, this whole worlds a mess of trouble
But now Im looking out for rain with every grain of hope I sow
Ploughing this pile of woe